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Clipse f Kurupt, Noreaga

Breakfast in Cairo

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[Verse 1 - Malice]You`ll never catch these fugitives, this high speedWith hoppin` water, see-thru blue on jet skisThey twist trees, bend in they head to run my singleMean while we minglin` chicks that`s bilingualHaters be like we sick of them, niggas in the whip sippin` ginSwitchin` lanes without signalin`But they watch they mouth, because my dogs they ignorantWhile I`m laid back, rockin` the Link, fuck what ya`ll thinkStress-free, index finger mixing my drinkYou see we hot like two 4-5th with gold clipsAin`t none of y`all fuckin` with this, it`s hopelessMalice on that raw shore shit, cut your throat shit[Chorus x2 - Clipse]This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runnersTo my niggas locked, holdin` it down in body numbersThink of the Clipse when the whole clique in black hummersStackin` them chips and let them tricks get nothing from us[Verse 2 - Noreaga]I`m wit` Kurupt, in L.A., you know, my main homieReadin` books by thugs, it`s like my some codyGet on some N.O. shit, like what up woadyHey yo, off top, I`m like Puff, just won`t stopI get drunk and hit them hoes with the Smirnoff cockNeptunes lace the beat that`ll rock your blockI`m movin` on like Mya and SilkkWe don`t mix like Hinny and milkI got the cover and grillNow, everybody a thug, look what I builtI keep it hot, while them sissy niggas been done chillI let `em live, you know I could`ve had them killedFive thousand and one, faylaced by TroyFuck with Nore then you know that you some dumb boyMe and Clipse got clips for ya`ll faggots and boyWhat![Chorus][Verse 3 - Kurupt]I blaze rhymes, nine days it`s like VietnamMy nigga Nore run `round wit` a block in his palmI`m a specialist at this with, twist cock insist (what`s that)All your money homie, ain`t nothin` funny homieYou gotta fat bitch, I bet she can eat a big fat dick with big ass lipsTriangle the game, changin` the gameSweet arrange, make all the hoes bounceNeptunes blaze an ounceNow all the hoes strippin`, all the niggas trippin`D.P. sippin`, hittin` switchesWhat you tryin` to do homie, tryin` touch meCock back and bust, screamin` mother fuckerBlaze up a sack, I wonder where the gangsters atWhere the thugs are at, where all the bustas and slugs are atI`m a general, raw dog assassin homieAssassin nigga, bitch nigga, be blastin` niggaI`m a pimp, I`m a g, something you wanna beMalice and Terror said bust two to the head, bitch[Chorus][Verse 4 - Pusha T]I spit that raw shit, ya`ll niggas is tailor-madeFine, Clipse and Nore, racin` the PalisadesOr in the hovercraft floatin` the EvergladesWhatever the setting, count on we renegadesIn bandanas, remind you of SantanaJoints fully auto, shells out of bananasThis triangle`s strong, these walls never be tornLove is love, all our hearts are warmTry to infiltrate, you feelin` more than the normThe barrage`ll are hollows hit hard like bridge stormsEven in the pristine, Chapel of the SistineI`m still prone to leave you glistenin`I`ll mouth to you what joy does this bringAnd stagger away home withdrawn and whistlingI speak in this vain so you know what lines to crossYou can start breathin` again, Terror signin` off[Chorus x2]

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