Clipse, N.O.R.E., Kurupt - Breakfast in Cairo lyrics

You'll never catch these fugitives
This high speed
With hoppin' water, see-thru blue on jet skis
They twist trees
Bangin' they head to run my single
Meanwhile we minglin' with
Chicks that's bilingual
Haters be like we sick of them
Niggas in the whip sippin' gin
Switchin' lanes without signalin'
But they watch they mouth
Cause my dogs they ignorant
While I'm laid back, rockin' the Link
Fuck what ya'll think
Stress-free, index finger mixing my drink
You see we hot like two 4-5th with gold clips
Ain't none of y'all fuckin' with this
It's hopeless malice on that raw Shawshank
Cut your throat shit

This is for my thug hustlers
Dealers and gun runners to my niggas locked
Holdin' it down in body numbers
Think of the Clipse with the
Whole clique in black Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us

I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster Cody
Get on some NO shit, like what up woady
Hey yo, off top, I'm like Puff
Just won't stop i get drunk and hit them
Hoes with the Smirnoff cock
Neptunes lace the beat that'll
Rock your block
I'm movin' on like Mya and Silkk
We don't mix like Henny and milk
I got the cover and grill
Now, everybody a thug, look what I built
I keep it hot
While them sissy niggas been done chill
I let 'em live
You know I could've had them killed
Five thousand and one, stay laced by Troy
Fuck with Nore then you know
That you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for
Ya'll faggots and boys what!

I blaze bombs, nowadays it's like Vietnam
My nigga Nore run 'round wit'
A Glock in his palm
I'm a specialist at this with
Twist cock assist (what's that)
All your money homie
Ain't nothin' funny homie
You gotta fat bitch
I bet she can eat a big fat
Dick with them big ass lips
Triangle the game, changin' the game
Sweet arrange, make all the hoes bounce
Neptunes, blaze an ounce
Now all the hoes strippin'
All the niggas trippin'
DP dippin', sippin', hittin' switches
What you tryin' to do homie, tryin' touch me
Cock back and bust, screamin' mother fucker
Blaze up a sack
I wonder where the gangsters at
Where the thugs are at
Where all the bustas and slugs are at
I'm a general, raw dog assassin homie
Assassin nigga, bitch nigga
Be blastin' nigga
I'm a pimp, I'm a g, something you wanna be
Malice and Terrar said bust two to the head
Bitch

I spit that raw shit
Ya'll niggas is tailor made
Find Clipse and Nore, racin' the Palisades
Or in the hovercraft floatin' the Everglades
Whatever the setting
Count on three renegades
In bandanas, remind you of Santana
Joints fully auto, shells out of bananas
This triangle's strong
These walls never be torn
Love is love, all our hearts are warm
Try to infiltrate
You feelin' more than the norm
The barrage of hollows hit
Hard like brick storms
Even in the pristine, Chapel of the Sistine
I'm still prone to leave you glistening
I'll mouth to you what joy does this bring
And stagger away calm withdrawn and whistling
I speak in this vain so you
Know what lines to cross
You can start breathin' again
Terrar signin' off