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[heavy breathing] [Yogi] Niggas comin XL on the exhale Crackin Watson Avenue, dope on Intervale Hey, these really spray feds are watchin Fiends comin thru beggin I'mm knock 'em, why they jockin? Runnin thru the Bronx now, don't get stomped now Willie's flossed and beemers sparkin the john now Willie's boss, Robbin Ross, strappin on the roof of the car, revealin moss Dot dot dash dot dash dot, that that coke you got, got us scorchin hot Shit movin too fast like techno In the jiggs I've seen you wicked comin back like echoes, word bond See the toes you stepped on might end up connect to that ass you got against tomorrow So squig ya bottle A nigga treat you like a son, then turn around and give a nigga fuckin ten to run KRS-One, Awesome Two, Treacherous Three, Agony All I see is Catastrophe, Cold Crush Four, Furious Five to take Six Windin down to K Seven, Niggas better call a reverend Got the morgue truck eyeing me, up to MC Eiht N.I.N.E. Nigga turn the corner buy a Blackens Get across the bridge and I'ma make it, Mack 10, damn From Letras Mania