Clientele Kidd

(álbum: The Lex Diamond Story - 2003)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, blip blip blap blap blap
What up?

[Hook x2: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go

[Raekwon]
Aiyo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib getting ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attracting them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
Go against it and it's instant vendettas
He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flying in
Crib in Africa with two lions
Something like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
The game is missing something unique
I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep

[Chorus x2: Polite]
CHEF! We designing, rhyming with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timing
CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbing

[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh
Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
Just waiting for Rae to give met he cue and
you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shooting
Get down, lay down, we don't play around
I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around
It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened?
How you leave the dope game to persue rappin'?
Already knowing that ya shit was trash
Breathing hard on the mic when yo' click is ass
All we trying to do is bring dignity to rap
And you kidding me? I'm literally the epitome of that
Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
What?

[Chorus x2]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
And he pleading for mercy, bleeding from his dome and he thirsty
The first week we made him eat shit!
Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch
Made him watch me on the couch having fun with his kids
So what hurts more: is it me showing love to ya fam?
Or you in the box laid under the floor?
Or keep you alive blow torching ya balls?
My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls
Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack
We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact
Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em will be next to die
Mothafucka!

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x4]