[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 rhyme