Testo Clientele Kidd - Raekwon
Testo della canzone Clientele Kidd (Raekwon), tratta dall'album The Lex Diamond Story (Explicit Version)
Straight up, last minute
You know what time it is, word up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, word up, blip, blip, blop, blop, blop
What, what up?
Who don't know, they don't know
Better let 'em know, there they go, here
We go (Just let it move like that, nigga)
Who don't know, they don't know
Better let 'em know, there they go, here
We go (Yeah, word up, first the first)
Ayo, ayo, clientele kid, lean in the building
Getting ill money, those who hate, I was their kid
God rugby's on in four-fifths
Attracting them niggas we go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of goons'll watch
Then four minutes later, they burglars
I heard from the grapevine, ma, I made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign in this game winner
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and classics
Go against and it is instant vendettas
He run things, gun down kings, check the joint the kid flying in
Crib in Africa with two lions
Son like a prince, I'm a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back, wrapped it up, too sweet
The game was missing something unique
I put too much in to fall back on, I'd rather you sleep
Chef, we designing, rhyming with diamonds
Chef, ice water, it was all in the timing
Chef, he gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
Chef, to the death and he billboard climbing
Chef, we designing, rhyming with diamonds
Chef, ice water, it was all in the timing
Chef, he gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
Chef, to the death and he billboard climbing
Yeah, uh, yo, ayo, Don Carta bomb harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me without the mini-shottie
Just waiting for Rae to give me the cue and then
You see about a hundred Puerto Rican niggas shooting
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, you look broke, what the fuck happened?
How you leave the dope game to pursue rapping?
Already knowing that your shit was trash
Breathing hard on the mic when your clique is ass
All we trying to do is bring dignity to rap
Man, you kidding me? I'm literally the epitome of that, uh
We much better than y'all, terror era the squad
My niggas said it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, trigger pump cocked
Straight punch in your lung, man, you niggas gon' drop
Chef, we designing, rhyming with diamonds
Chef, ice water, it was all in the timing
Chef, he gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
Chef, to the death and he billboard climbing
Chef, we designing, rhyming with diamonds
Chef, ice water, it was all in the timing
Chef, he gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
Chef, to the death and he billboard climbing
Yo, yo, shoot him in his mouth (Nah), fuck him, he act up
Get the gasoline, tell Terry to pull the Ac' up
Bring him to Rae's warehouse, hang him from hooks
Then skin his ass, as lame as he look, he ready to cook
Then he pleading for mercy, bleeding 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 having fun with his kids
So now your word hurts more, is it me showing love to your fam
Or you in a box laid under the floor?
Or keep you alive, blow torching your balls
My murder chainsaw, your blood's on my Scarface walls
Not even Ajax can clean that gat, we need that maintenance man
Shit that kill that greasy blood on contact
Finish you off 'cause I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'nem'll be next to die, motherfucker
Chef, we designing, rhyming with diamonds
Chef, ice water, it was all in the timing
Chef, he gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
Chef, to the death and he billboard climbing
Chef, we designing, rhyming with diamonds
Chef, ice water, it was all in the timing
Chef, he gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
Chef, to the death and he billboard climbing
Who don't know, they don't know
Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go
Who don't know, they don't know
Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go
Who don't know, they don't know
Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go
Who don't know, they don't know
Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Andy Creamer
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