(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