N.o.r.e. - Breakfast in Cairo lyrics

[Verse 1 - Malice] 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 Mean while we minglin' with chicks that's bilingual Haters be like we sick of them, n***as 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, f** 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 f**in' with this, it's hopeless Malice on that raw Shawshank, cut your throat sh** [Hook x2 - Clipse] This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners To my n***as 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 [Verse 2 - Noreaga] I'm wit' Kurupt, in L.A., you know, my main homie Readin' books by thugs, it's like Monster Cody Get on some N.O. sh**, 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 co*k 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 n***as been done chill I let 'em live, you know I could've had them k**ed Five thousand and one, stay laced by Troy f** with Nore then you know that you some dumb boy Me and Clipse got clips for ya'll f*ggots and boys What! [Hook] [Verse 3 - Kurupt] I blaze rhymes, nine days it's like Vietnam My n***a Nore run 'round wit' a Glock in his palm I'm a specialist at this with, twist co*k a**ist (what's that) All your money homie, ain't nothin' funny homie You gotta fat b**h, I bet she can eat a big fat dick with them big a** 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 n***as trippin' D.P. sittin', sippin', hittin' switches What you tryin' to do homie, tryin' touch me co*k back and bust, screamin' mother f**er 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 a**a**in homie Assa**in n***a, b**h n***a, be blastin' n***a I'm a pimp, I'm a g, something you wanna be Malice and Terrar said bust two to the head, b**h [Hook] [Verse 4 - Terrar] I spit that raw sh**, ya'll n***as 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 bridge 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 [Hook x2]