CRU - Ten To Run Lyrics
(heavy breathing){YogiNiggas comin XL on the exhaleCrackin Watson Avenue, dope on IntervaleHey, these really spray feds are watchinFiends comin thru beggin I'mm knock 'em, why they jockin?Runnin thru the Bronx now, don't get stomped nowWillie's flossed and beemers sparkin the john nowWillie's boss, Robbin Ross,strappin on the roof of the car, revealin mossDot dot dash dot dash dot,that that coke you got, got us scorchin hotShit movin too fast like technoIn the jiggs I've seen you wicked comin back like echoes, word bondSee the toes you stepped onmight end up connect to that ass you got against tomorrowSo squig ya bottleA nigga treat you like a son,then turn around and give a nigga *****in ten to runKRS-One, Awesome Two, Treacherous Three, AgonyAll I see is Catastrophe, Cold Crush Four,Furious Five to take SixWindin down to K Seven, Niggas better call a reverendGot the morgue truck eyeing me, up to MC Eiht N.I.N.E.Nigga turn the corner buy a BlackensGet across the bridge and I'ma make it, Mack 10, damn
