Clientele Kidd

<br>(featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah &amp; Polite) <br><br>[Intro: Raekwon]<br>Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is<br>Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah<br>Word up, blip blip blap blap blap<br>What up?<br><br>[Hook x2: Polite]<br>Who don`t know? They don`t know, betta let `em know<br>There they go, here we go<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Aiyo Clientele Kidd<br>Layin in the crib gettin` ill money, those who 8 hours get gig<br>Got rugby`s on and 4/5ths<br>Attractin` them niggaz I go against, the money was his<br>One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons`ll watch<br>Then four minutes later they burgulars<br>I heard from the grapevine mine made it<br>Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up<br>And now he`s stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics<br>Go against it and it`s instant vendettas<br>He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin` in<br>Crib in Africa with two lions<br>Somethin` like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions<br>Came back wrapped it up, too sweet<br>The game is missin` somethin` unique<br>I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep<br><br>[Chorus x2: Polite]<br>CHEF! We designin`, rhymin` with Diamonds<br>CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin`<br>CHEF! He gave y`all niggaz bricks on consignment<br>CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin`<br><br>[Fat Joe]<br>Yeah uh<br>Yo Don Carta` bomb harder over nearly everybody<br>Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti<br>Just waitin` for Rae to give met he cue and<br>you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin`<br>Get down, lay down, we don`t play around<br>I don`t know what you heard but, we don`t play around<br>It`s cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened?<br>How you leave the dope game to persue rappin`?<br>Already knowin` that ya shit was trash<br>Breathin` hard on the mic when yo` click is ass<br>All we tryin` to do is bring dignity to rap<br>And you kiddin` me? I`m literally the epitome of that<br>Uh, we much better than y`all, Terre-error the Squad<br>My niggaz set it when we get in the yard<br>Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers `pon cock<br>Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon` drop<br>What?<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)<br>Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up<br>Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass<br>As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)<br>And he pleadin` for mercy, bleedin` from his dome and he thirsty<br>The first week we made him eat shit!<br>Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch<br>Made him watch me on the couch havin` fun with his kids<br>So what hurts more: is it me showin` love to ya fam?<br>Or you in the box laid under the floor?<br>Or keep you alive blow torchin` ya balls?<br>My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls<br>Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack<br>We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact<br>Finish you off cuz I`m pressed for time<br>Your man and `em will be next to die<br>Mothafucka!<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[Hook x4]