Ruff Ruff Boogie Down Productions (Ft. Freddie Foxxx)

[Intro: KRS-One + Freddie Foxxx]
Tah! Think you dope? Want this title, then come step up, or step off!
Ayo, check this out, all jokes aside; let's get busy
Word!
Blastmaster KRS-One in the house
Hah! everybody for some reason
Wanna be a gangsta (Pump!)—you don't know nothin' (Pump!)
About bein' no gangsta (Pump! Pump!)
Word up, ayo, check this out
This is Freddie F-O-X-X-X
And guess what's next?

[Chorus: KRS-One]
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dem is wack
They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat

[Verse 1: KRS-One + Freddie Foxxx + KRS-One & Freddie Foxxx]
But, ah! Ah, this a KRS ménage à trois
When me open up to work, I put a cape on me back
Then me fly all around the MC world
KRS, the Article is not to be fucked with
Fucked with, tempered with, or tampered with
Don't give a fuck if you wanna riff, but when you
Say Kris—already derivative of Kris
My eyebrows lift and that ass I get with (Huh!)
As a matter of fact, I attack, hijack
Set back, your career, like a quarterback
That broke his back, my tongue is like a bat
Your eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (Ruff!)
I'm all that, come with your whole pack
You'll be prayin to the god of Isaac
So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough (Uh huh?)
Just get on the mic and get ruff! Ruff!