Clientele Kidd Lyrics

Clientele Kidd lyrics

(featuring 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 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 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



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



CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz 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 niggaz 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 fuck happened?



How you leave the dope game to persue 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 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 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 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]