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Текст песни Raekwon f Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Pol - Clientele Kidd

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[Intro: Raekwon]Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it isWord up, yeah, yeah, yeahWord up, blip blip blap blap blapWhat up?[Hook x2: Polite]Who don`t know? They don`t know, betta let `em knowThere they go, here we go[Raekwon]Aiyo Clientele KiddLayin in the crib gettin` ill money, those who 8 hours get gigGot rugby`s on and 4/5thsAttractin` them niggaz I go against, the money was hisOne nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons`ll watchThen four minutes later they burgularsI heard from the grapevine mine made itElevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went upAnd now he`s stronger than ever, Nike jackets and ClassicsGo against it and it`s instant vendettasHe run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin` inCrib in Africa with two lionsSomethin` like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millionsCame back wrapped it up, too sweetThe game is missin` somethin` uniqueI put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep[Chorus x2: Polite]CHEF! We designin`, rhymin` with DiamondsCHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin`CHEF! He gave y`all niggaz bricks on consignmentCHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin`[Fat Joe]Yeah uhYo Don Carta` bomb harder over nearly everybodyVery rarely you find me without the mini-shottiJust waitin` for Rae to give met he cue andyou see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin`Get down, lay down, we don`t play aroundI don`t know what you heard but, we don`t play aroundIt`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 trashBreathin` hard on the mic when yo` click is assAll we tryin` to do is bring dignity to rapAnd you kiddin` me? I`m literally the epitome of thatUh, we much better than y`all, Terre-error the SquadMy niggaz set it when we get in the yardWhether Marcy or Comstock, triggers `pon cockStraight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon` dropWhat?[Chorus x2][Ghostface Killah]Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act upBring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his assAs lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)And he pleadin` for mercy, bleedin` from his dome and he thirstyThe first week we made him eat shit!Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitchMade him watch me on the couch havin` fun with his kidsSo 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 wallsNot even Ajax can clean that, JackWe need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contactFinish you off cuz I`m pressed for timeYour man and `em will be next to dieMothafucka![Chorus x2][Hook x4]

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