Raekwon, Polite, Ghostface Killah, Fat Joe - Clientele Kidd lyrics

Yo straight up last minute
You know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, blip blip blap blap blap, what
What up?

Who don't know? They don't know
Betta let 'em know there they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know
Betta let 'em know there they go, here we go

Ayo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill
Money, those who hate ours
They ain't get it got rugby's on and 4
5ths attractin' them niggas I go against
The money was his
One nasty unit of murderers
All type-a Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later, they burglars
I heard from the grapevine, mine made it


Elevate the name up
This gift got a 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

CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas
Bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas
Bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'

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 me the cue and
You see about 100 Puerto
Rican niggas shootin'
Nigga, 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 pursue rappin'?
Already knowin' that ya shit 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 niggas set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and
You niggas gon' drop what?

CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas
Bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas
Bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'

Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to
Pull the Ac' 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 shit!
Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch
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 balls?
My murder chainsaw
Ya bloods on my Scarface walls
Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack
We need that maintenance 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!

CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas
Bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas
Bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'

Who don't know? They don't know
Betta let 'em know there they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know
Betta let 'em know there they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know
Betta let 'em know there they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know
Betta let 'em know there they go, here we go