featuring Ras Kass

[Yogi] Yeah...HA...Cru...

[Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one the mic check three

[Yogi] Cru in you baby...

[Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one the mic check three...

[Yogi]

Mix it up with the big Y.O.

Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow

So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin'

Mad drug dealin' mad caps peelin'

I do my thing drink a Budweiser

And I seen more *bush/Busch* than Dan Anheiser

Twist the caps of you fake John Gottis

Watch the pump shottie, make you look like Kwame

Cru's about to drop the dirty understand the cipher

Got nothin' to lose so I'm-a do like a lifer

Niggaz couldn't *catch up/ketchup* with the mustard, disgusted

Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it

This is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya'll

Beef up a step and style with a fall

Nothin' but the rough, understood?

Got me in double extra large bulletproof wit' the hood

Sittin' at the bar sippin' Becks

Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphooooone" on deck

So who's next? Rugged Ras

Flossin' ice, and drop that soul on dat ass

The IBF got my rhymes ranked cuz they hittin'

Plus I'm all around like Scott Pippen

Here it is, east west, I mean China to Mexico

If you love the way it's goin' down let me know

Fuck it, Harlem knows the ledge

All my Bronx niggaz know the wedge, full-fledged

Uptown! Plus we got the Cali love

Y.O.G., truly yours the Breakfast Club

[Ras Kass]

Yo punk...

I was hot as 97 in '73

D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies see

You spit phlegm I spit fumes

Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sa