Your body might get left there, you better step to the rear
Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
Now I got seeds so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's
It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams
Pro-black and you know that
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
I run with dem and others rock NY in colors
Songwriters: Willie James Clarke, G Dajani, Lorenzo Dechalus, William Brewster Dixon, J Gamble, Chris E. Martin, Derek Murphy, Clarence Henry Reid, D Ross
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Publishers: EMI LONGITUDE MUSIC INC, RUSHTOWN MUSIC
Through the violent things, turn a deaf ear
I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans overseein'
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off with the plural
With what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
One of a kind I throw a helluva line
You ain't heard us all together in several years
Come too far, to ever try and go back
Whoever step to this better be at they best
I'm only bringin' you the real
And actin' like it can't happen put you in the chair
Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers
The great Datty in the C-Town Express
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival
Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right over left
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters
The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
I'm only bringin' you the real
To the bookings we go on the twenty-four hour flow
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
That lacked substance, we got that in abundance
So tree up, nigga we up, about to re-up
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
My Nubian ways'll get ass that open for days
Underground so we dig in the dirt
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes
I need a meal, time to eats with a flow
So back up, you should never try to act up
Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, dinner time's complete
Make my approach then shorty's bagged like coach
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle this
It only take one bad nigga to ruin' it, pursuin' it
Look at me close, I'm the perfect host you standin' too close
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the real
Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero
Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems
Our physical being and how we doin' it
Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield
I'm only bringin' you the real
We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
Unsung hero bring more heat than DeNiro
I run through obstacles, take off my shackles
Y'all know my shit be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot
We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear
Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
With the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym