Clientele Kidd
Album: The Lex Diamond Story
Release Date: 12/16/03
Label: Universal Records
Explicit version of "Clientele Kidd" lyrics
Straight up
Word up
Word up
What up?
Who don't know? They don't know
There they go
Who don't know? They don't know
There they go
Aiyo
Those who 8 hours get gig got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against
One nasty unit of murderers
Then four minutes later they burglars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up
And now he's stronger than ever
Go against it and it's instant vendettas
He run things
Check the joint
Crib in Africa with two lions
Somethin' like the prince of a jewel thief
Came back
The game is missin' somethin' unique
I put too much to fall back on
(Chef)
We designin'
(Chef)
Ice Water
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard climbin'
(Chef)
We designin'
(Chef)
Ice Water
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard climbin'
Yeah uh
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 niggaz shootin'
Nigga get down
I don't know what you heard but we don't play around
It's cooked coke but look
How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'?
Already knowin' that ya s*** 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
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
What?
(Chef)
We designin'
(Chef)
Ice Water
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard climbin'
(Chef)
We designin'
(Chef)
Ice Water
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard climbin'
Yo yo yo
F*** him
Bring him to Rae warehouse
As lame as he look he ready to cook
And he pleadin' for mercy
The first week we made him eat s***
Videotaped his wiz and I f***** his b****
Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids
So now 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
Not even Ajax can clean that
We need that maintenance man s*** that kill
That greasy blood on contact
Your man and 'em will be next to die
(Chef)
We designin'
(Chef)
Ice Water
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard climbin'
(Chef)
We designin'
(Chef)
Ice Water
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard climbin'
Who don't know? They don't know
There they go
Who don't know? They don't know
There they go
Who don't know? They don't know
There they go
Who don't know? They don't know
There they go
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