The Return

[Chorus: Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, [?]] Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival I'm only bringin' you the real Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about [Verse 1: Lord Jamar] Three sixty degrees I stand in the square Right over left Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle this Not even the triflest Nigga on Earth Could ever fuck with what I spit in a verse We always hit where it hurts Underground, so we dig in the dirt Always gotta put a nigga to work Is how it seems It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams Through the violent things Turn a deaf ear, your body might get left there (uh) You better step to the rear We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear, you ain't heard us all together in Several years It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes that lacked substance We got that in abundance Pro-black and you know that We stay fat like Joe Crack Lord Jamar come too far To ever try and go back [Chorus: Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, [?]] Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival I'm only bringin' you the real Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about [Verse 2: Sadat X] I'm on 110 and Lenox with these Africans, overseein' our physical being And how we doin' it It only take one bad nigga to ruin it Pursuin' it and actin' like it can't happen, put you in the chair, to the bookings we go On the twenty-four hour flow I run through obstacles Take off my shackles, proper backin' with the bangers and the rhyme singers I run with them and others Rock NY in colours With the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym The great Datty in the C-Town Express Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress Whoever step to this better be at they best Look at me close, I'm the perfect host, you standin' too close, so back up You should never try to act up The Wild Cowboy still got the style, boy One of a kind, I throw a hell of a line [Chorus: Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, [?]] Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival I'm only bringin' you the real Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about [Verse 3: Grand Puba] Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah My man Preemo hit me off with the plural Zig-Zag-Zig like Zorro, now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro Unsung hero, bring more heat than De Niro, never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters, make y'all get nuts like a cellblock filled with dick beaters Make my approach (Uh), then shorty's bagged like coach (Yeah) Cut on the lights, if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach Y'all know my shit be hot, they call me Dr. Do-a-lot Now I got seeds so I'm stingy, I keep strings on my Benji's (Uh) So tree up Nigga, we up About to re-up Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield, I need a meal (Uh) Time to eat, spit a flow Drop the beat, press it up and hit the street, then it sounds complete My Nubian ways'll get that ass open for days Make more chips than Frito-Lays when I spit the phrase that pays [Chorus: Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, [?]] Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival I'm only bringin' you the real Grand Puba Lord Jamar Sadat X Alamo Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival Give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about