Intro/Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what it feel Cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *Repeat* Verse One: Lord Jamar It's time to blow up the spot, anything you was in, you're thru the roof All the jams we done been thru is proof We blend truth, with mathematics doin acrobatics over beats The sound dramatic when it played in Landrover jeeps I know my peeps is in the front of the stage Smokin blunts with the strokin stunts, ready to set it When the word is given, I know you heard how we was livin Never takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump Makin money's what we bump cos slumps is for chumps And we pumps, worldwide, girls slide backstage Lookin for a free ride, legs divide at a young age Lord Jamar is like Jesus, speakin in parables And to devil's is cemarable To see this, but they ain't got no choice No escapin the penetration of the voice Chorus (x2) Verse Two: Sadat X And I watched and I watched and I watched then I looked The X is like no other who can drop it in the rain I'm not that high, so give me back my lighter Stage right in the party at night, I'm in the shadows Thinkin bout returnin to the spotlight The X is top flight, ESPN highlight From, throughout the rhythm, I give em what I give em Oil slickness on that ass like *? Ewin?* I know what I'm doin, leave your whole town ruined Brand Nubian, the name alone stands Overseas fans be shoutin different accents So hence the black prince from 2-0 Soft-spoken but my words comprehended by the herds Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays Cos the X is like the master of the phrase... Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what you feel Cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *Repeat x3* Verse Three: Sadat X, Lord Jamar I want the mic in the clutch Cos it's too cold to hold, and too hot to touch I'm like the thoroughbred searchin for cheese You can't cut off the head of a fatal disease MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below Justice served, now watch us bust this herd In the head with another jam set by the brother man Letters for the other man, understand Chorus: Laura Alfored Seem all the fellas understand what you feel Cos it's a Nubian Jam and everthing's real *Repeat 3X*

Intro: Sadat X Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild, y'knowI'msayin? And that kid Sadat X born king, doin my thing KnowI'msayin? I let'cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday Verse One: Sadat X Lately yo, I been walkin tightropes It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block Quiet baldhead is like a bad motherfucker All charged up from Madison Ave. I'm up on the stage if you read the front page Give me the ol' school mic wiv a cord I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl It'll be your downfall when you're goin like this Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compells you? Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back They stay on my back so I don't act like alladat Hook: Busta Rhymes Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Two: Sadat X Late one night, 55th outpost Chickenhead watchin to see who she can catch She got a man, I can tell cos the action in her eyes Ain't nervous, a young sassy thing She call me a playa, standin on the corner wiv her whole dime crew I'm ridin down the block wiv her girlfriend In the next nigga's car, lookin like a star Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame Ya got to be down to *? starts?* about the booty Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham It's all good, yeah it's all good See it attracts kids that are sweater A nigga like me'll be the first to forgetta So now she all mad, bringin drama to the crib Go ahead, chickenhead, wit the funk You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you always Will Chickenheads is only good for a thrill Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Verse Three: Sadat X Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why When the corner officers and nobody can call me back And everybody claims to know nothin And these is the peoples that's down wit me Supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right They let a nigga die in the night if you let em You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask But it damn sure slow-up the cash cos I know Ya be a menace to society, still waitin for the dough The thinkin man is the one with the plan Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom Use to be mild, find myself gettin wild Got to slow down for my girl and my child Cos I love life and I gots ta live it And everytime I get on stage I'ma move sometin And you can never say the X didn't hit'cha Aiyo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya This ain't no average skit, this is a hit More than you hit, better than your best shit Better than your man's shit, better than his cousin's shit Better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons... Interlude: Sadat X talking Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring What I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it. But we Gonna end it off like this, y'knowI'msayin? On some Bronx town shit, check It out Verse Four: Sadat X The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown Won't you place a bet on ya man You know my style and you know where I stand I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild But right now, peep the master of the headnod Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back Tainted styles don't pass the grade A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave A lotta kids are slidin, just ridin on the wave Hook: Busta Rhymes Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat They think they alladat, they think they alladat Fuck dem niggas out there who think they alladat They think they alladat, they thunk they alladat Fuck dem niggas, fuck dem bitches Fuck dem fraud ass, motherfuckers Fake ass niggas HAH!

(Grand Puba) Yeah I'd like to send this one to my favorite girl, uhh Momma momma momma Ohh momma momma momma, yeahh (Lord Jamar) Yo she was young and so tender Had a baby born Knowledge God day of September It was her first child, baby boy little bundle of joy She married Larry, for 9 months she had to carry Me and she did it gladly, but sadly Things didn't all work out, so she merked out Pregnant again with my brother Wise My grandmother let her in, she had tears in her eyes Now she's back at the crib, with 2 kids She gotta get a job, she put all her faith in God Naive to the world; believed all the stories She received as a girl, she had one more seed Another boy, reality, now that makes 3 All from a man that she hardly ever gets to see She did the best with the things she was blessed And I know I cause drama and stress To my momma, so I wanna just say yo. (Chorus: Puba (Brand Nubian)) I always loved my momma (she's my favorite girl) And I always loved my momma (she brought me in this world) See I always loved my momma (she taught me right from wrong) Cause I always loved my momma (you only get one, you only get one, yeah) (Sadat X) Past feudin, mask for age, still lookin elegant Front page, Ebony Jet Pam Grier threat in seventy-four What these bitches is wearin now, she wore before On tour she said you just stay pure I say sure Watched my sister's son and my little one make me fool When the po-lice came she said that she hardly see me I'm in the living room drinkin beer and watchin TV She say that she love me but sometimes I don't think She wish I wouldn't smoke as much and throw up when I drink I think, that it wasn't no day finer That when my pops snatched my mother up from North Carolina And my uncle snatched her sister and brought her, right behind her She like china, you won't find a heart finer The designer, I'll shoot for my moms, yes I will Shoot you in the side and let you live a spill, hehe (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Uh - at childhood I never really understood All your heartache and pain and how difficult it was for you to maintain To make sho' yo' seeds eat Even if we had to foodstamp it every week Always did your best to try to keep us out the street If niggaz didn't listen boy that ass got beat 'Member that time you said, "Have yo' ass upstairs by 9" But I was grown and had some other shit in mind Word is bond, 10 o'clock she came downstairs With rollers in her hair and a nightgown on But I was gone, ran through the back, cut through the laundrymat Got upstairs and still caught it with the Hot Wheel track But that was cool with me; cause at least It wasn't in front of the buildin for the whole prjects to see I remember as a kid, sometimes I used to think You used to beat me for some shit that my daddy did I realize, now I'm older and wise When you used to put it on me still had love in your eyes I remember what you used to say You might not like it now, but you'll thank me someday (Chorus) (Puba: over Chorus) Thanks mom, I love you For teachin me left from right For showin me the proper way (Puba) Uhh, yeah Momma momma momma - aight Ohh momma momma momma, yeah Uhh, to all the beautiful mothers, in the world today Who strive to do they best, I know it's hard sometimes But we wanna let y'all know we recognize And we love what you do, keep doin what you doin One love, Brand Nubian Peace

I had a little nut tree Nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg And a golden pear The King of Spain's daughter Came to visit me, And all for the sake Of my little nut tree Her dress was made of crimson Jet black was her hair She asked me for my nutmeg And my golden pear I said, "So fair a princess Never did I see I'll give you all the fruit From my little nut tree