Clientele Kidd

(feat. Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Polite) [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 gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig

Got rugby's on and 4/5ths

Attractin' them **********z

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 flyin' in

Crib in Africa with two lions

Somethin' like the

Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions

Came back wrapped it up, too sweet

The game is missin' somethin' unique

I put too much to fall back on,

I rather just sleep [Chorus x2: Polite]

CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with

Diamonds C

HEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'

CHEF! He gave y'all **********z bricks on consignment

CHEF! To the death and he

Billboard climbin' [Fat Joe ]

Yeah uh Yo

Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody

Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti

Just waitin' for

Rae to give met he cue and you see about 100

Puerto Rican **********z shootin'

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 ********** happened?

How you leave the ********* game to persue rappin'?

Already knowin' that ya **********t was trash

Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass

All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap

And you kiddin' me?

I'm literally the epitome of that

Uh, we much better than y'all,

Terre-error the

Squad My **********z set it when we get in the yard

Whether Marcy or

Comstock, triggers 'pon *********

Straight punch in ya lung and you **********z gon' drop

What? [Chorus x2 ] [Ghostface Killah]

Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)

********** 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 pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty

The first week we made him eat **********t!

Videotaped his wiz and

I ********* his **********

Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids

So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam?

Or you in the box laid under the floor?

Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya *********?

My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my

Scarface walls

Not even Ajax can clean that,

Jack We need that maintenace man **********t 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

*********a! [Chorus x2 ] [ Hook x4 ]