Breakfast In Cairo
(专辑: Exclusive Audio Footage (The Unreleased Album) - 2000)
[Verse 1
Malice] You'll never catch these fugitives, this high speed With hopping water, see-thru blue on jet skis They twist trees, bend in they head to run my single Mean while we mingling chicks that's bilingual Haters be like we sick of them, niggas in the
whip sipping gin Switching lanes without signaling But they watch they mouth, because my dogs they ignorant While I'm laid back, rocking 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 fucking with this, it's hopeless Malice on that raw shore shit, cut your throat shit [Chorus x2 Clipse] This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners To my niggas locked, holding it down in body numbers Think of the
Clipse when the
whole clique in black hummers Stacking 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 Reading 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 moving 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! [Chorus] [Verse 3
Kurupt] 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 (what's that) All your money homie, ain't nothing funny homie You gotta fat bitch, I
bet she can eat a
big fat dick with big ass lips Triangle the
game, changing the
game Sweet arrange, make all the
hoes bounce Neptunes blaze an ounce Now all the
hoes stripping, all the
niggas tripping D.P. sipping, hitting switches What you trying to do homie, trying touch me Cock back and bust, screaming 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 blasting nigga I'm a
pimp, I'm a
g, something you wanna be Malice and Terror said bust two to the
head, bitch [Chorus] [Verse 4
Pusha T] I
spit that raw shit, ya'll niggas is tailor-made Fine, Clipse and Nore, racing the
Palisades Or in the
hovercraft floating 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 feeling 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 glistening 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 breathing again, Terror signing off [Chorus x2]