Clientele Kidd
作词 : Cartagena, Coles, Craemer ...
(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]
Clientele KiddLRC歌词
作词 : Cartagena, Coles, Craemer ...
(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]
