Clipse Breakfast In Cairo Lyrics

(feat. NORE & Kurupt)

[Verse 1 - Malice]
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, n____s 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, 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 shore s___, cut your throat s___

[Chorus x2 - Clipse]
This is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners
To my n____s 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

[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
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. s___, 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 c___
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 n____s been done chill
I let 'em live, you know I could've had them killed
Five thousand and one, faylaced by Troy
f___ with Nore then you know that you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for ya'll f__gots and boy
What!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Kurupt]
I blaze rhymes, nine days it's like Vietnam
My n____ Nore run 'round wit' a block in his palm
I'm a specialist at this with, twist c___ insist (what's that)
All your money homie, ain't nothin' funny homie
You gotta fat b____, I bet she can eat a big fat d___ with 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____s trippin'
D.P. sippin', hittin' switches
What you tryin' to do homie, tryin' touch me
c___ 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__assin homie
a__assin n____, b____ n____, be blastin' n____
I'm a pimp, I'm a g, something you wanna be
Malice and Terror said bust two to the head, b____

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - Pusha T]
I spit that raw s___, ya'll n____s 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 p___e 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

[Chorus x2]