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