(featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah & Polite)
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[Intro: Raekwon]
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Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
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Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Word up, blip blip blap blap blap
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What up?
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[Hook x2: Polite]
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Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
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There they go, here we go
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[Raekwon]
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Aiyo Clientele Kidd
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Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
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Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
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Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
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One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch
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Then four minutes later they burgulars
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I heard from the grapevine mine made it
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Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
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And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
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Go against it and it's instant vendettas
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He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in
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Crib in Africa with two lions
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Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
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Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
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The game is missin' somethin' unique
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I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep
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[Chorus x2: Polite]
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CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
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CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
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CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
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CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah uh
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Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
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Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
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Just waitin' for Rae to give met he cue and
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you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin'
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Get down, lay down, we don't play around
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I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around
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It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened?
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How you leave the dope game to persue rappin'?
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Already knowin' that ya shit was trash
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Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass
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All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap
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And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that
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Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
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My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
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Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
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Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
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What?
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[Chorus x2]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
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Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up
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Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
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As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
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And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty
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The first week we made him eat shit!
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Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch
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Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids
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So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam?
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Or you in the box laid under the floor?
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Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls?
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My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls
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Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack
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We need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact
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Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time
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Your man and 'em will be next to die
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Mothafucka!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Hook x4]
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Clientele Kidd
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Raekwon the Chef |