[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, 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
[Chorus x2 - Clipse]
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
[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. 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!
[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 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Pusha T]
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
[Chorus x2]
