feat nore kurupt clipse - breakfast in cairo (feat. nore & kurupt) - clipse 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, bend in they head to run my single
mean while we minglin’ chicks that’s bilingual
haters be like we sick of them, n-gg-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-ck 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-ckin’ with this, it’s hopeless
malice on that raw sh-r- sh-t, cut your throat sh-t
[chorus x2 – clipse]
this is for my thug hustlers, dealers and gun runners
to my n-gg-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. sh-t, 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-ck
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-gg-s been done chill
i let ’em live, you know i could’ve had them killed
five thousand and one, faylaced by troy
f-ck with nore then you know that you some dumb boy
me and clipse got clips for ya’ll f-ggots and boy
what!
[chorus]
[verse 3 – kurupt]
i blaze rhyme
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