ghostface killah - clientele kids lyrics
[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?
[refrain: polite]
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
[verse 1: raekwon]
aiyyo, aiyyo – clientele kidd
leanin’ the building, gettin’ ill money, those who ain’t ours there–get!
got rugby’s on and four+fifths
a track and them n+ggas we go against, the money was his
one nasty unit of murderers, all type of goons’ll watch
then four minutes later, they’re burgulars
i heard from the grapevine mine made it
elevate the name up, this gift’s 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
son like the prince of a jewel thief, soul+smacked the millions
came back, wrapped it up, tute suite
the game is missin’ somethin’ unique
i put too much in to fall back on, i rather you sleep
[chorus: polite]
chef! we designin’, rhymin’ with diamonds
chef! ice water, it was all in the timin’
chef! he gave y’all n+ggas 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 n+ggas bricks on consignment
chef! to the death and he billboard climbin’
[verse 2: 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 me the cue and
you see about 100 puerto rican n+ggas shootin’
n+gga, 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 f+ck happened?
how you leave the dope game to pursue rappin’?
already knowin’ that your sh+t was trash
breathin’ hard on the mic when yo’ cl!ck is ass
all we tryin’ to do is bring dignity to rappin’
you kiddin’ me? i’m literally the epitome of that
uh, we much better than y’all, terre+error the squad
my n+ggas set it when we get in the yard
whether marcy or comstock, trigger ‘pon c+ck
straight punch in ya lung and you n+ggas gon’ drop
what?
[chorus: polite]
chef! we designin’, rhymin’ with diamonds
chef! ice water, it was all in the timin’
chef! he gave y’all n+ggas 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 n+ggas bricks on consignment
chef! to the death and he billboard climbin’
[verse 3: ghostface k!llah]
yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth..
f+ck 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
and he pleadin’ for mercy, bleedin’ from his dome and he thirsty
the first week we made him eat sh+t!
videotaped his wiz and i f+cked his b+tch
made him watch me on the couch havin’ fun with his kids
so now, yo – 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 b+lls?
my murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my scarface walls
not even ajax can clean that, jack
we need that maintenace man sh+t that k!ll that greasy blood on contact
finish you off ’cause i’m pressed for time
your man and ’em will be next to die
mothaf+cka!
[chorus: polite]
chef! we designin’, rhymin’ with diamonds
chef! ice water, it was all in the timin’
chef! he gave y’all n+ggas 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 n+ggas bricks on consignment
chef! to the death and he billboard climbin’
[refrain: polite]
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
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