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"Clientele Kids" is a track by Ghostface Killah, from the album The Wallabee Champ, released 2003. Full lyrics are available below.
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[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 niggas 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 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' [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 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 your shit was trash Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click 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 niggas set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, trigger 'pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggas 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 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' [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. 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 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 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 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 'cause I'm pressed for time Your man and 'em will be next to die Mothafucka! [Chorus: Polite] 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' [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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