The Return lyrics

[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
n*gga on Earth
Could ever f*ck with what I spit in a verse
We always hit where it hurts
Underground, so we dig in the dirt
Always gotta put a n*gga 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 n*gga 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 colors
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 sh*t on the mic, that sh*t's a zero
Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cellblock filled with di*k 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 sh*t 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, n*gga, 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