breakfast in cairo

you'll never catch these fugitives

this high speed

with hoppin' water

see-thru blue on jet skis

they twist trees

bend in they head to run my single

mean while we minglin' 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

because 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 shore shit

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 when the whole clique in black hummers

stackin' them chips and let them tricks get nothing from us

i'm wit' kurupt

in l.a. you know

my main homie

readin' books by thugs

it's like my some cody

get on some n.o. 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 hinny 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

faylaced by troy

fuck with nore then you know that you some dumb boy

me and clipse got clips for ya'll faggots and boy

what!

i blaze rhymes

nine days it's like vietnam

my nigga nore run 'round wit' a block in his palm

i'm a specialist at this with

twist cock insist

all your money homie

ain't nothin' funny homie

you gotta fat bitch

i bet she can eat a big fat dick with 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'

d.p. 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 terror said bust two to the head

bitch

i spit that raw shit

ya'll niggas is tailor-made

fine

clipse and nore

racin' the palisades

or in the hovercraft floatin' the everglades

whatever the setting

count on we 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'll are hollows hit hard like bridge storms

even in the pristine

chapel of the sistine

i'm still prone to leave you glistenin'

i'll mouth to you what joy does this bring

and stagger away home withdrawn and whistling

i speak in this vain so you know what lines to cross

you can start breathin' again

terror signin' off