The Lex Diamond Story
Raekwon lyrics
Raekwon lyrics
"Clientele Kidd Lyrics"
f/ Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Polite
[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?
[Hook x2: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
[Raekwon]
Aiyo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jacke
Don't Walk Away Lyrics
Dogs in the backyard And the flies are on the wall Thunder and lightning But the rain don't ever fall If there's a flower in this desert It's your picture on my wall Ibe dat baby I'm going to make you Queen of all Chorus: This is not a movie Not a dream What you see is what you get This is not a movie It's for real You have to face it in the end... The hard side of love
ts 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
Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
The game is missin' somethin' unique
I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep
[Chorus x2: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
[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 met he cue and
you see about 10
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 persue rappin'?
Already knowin' that ya shit 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, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
What?
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull t
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
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 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 cuz I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em will be next to die
Mothafucka!
[Chorus x2]
[Hook x4]
Dogs in the backyard And the flies are on the wall Thunder and lightning But the rain don't ever fall If there's a flower in this desert It's your picture on my wall Ibe dat baby I'm going to make you Queen of all Chorus: This is not a movie Not a dream What you see is what you get This is not a movie It's for real You have to face it in the end... The hard side of love
ts 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
Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
The game is missin' somethin' unique
I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep
[Chorus x2: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
[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 met he cue and
you see about 10
We'll Never Have To Say Goodbye Again Lyrics
Turn on the radio. We'll play it way down low. There's a tear in your eye that's reflecting the fire's glow. And I wish that this night would never end. The sun ain't gonna be my friend. Lying here awaiting here and wishing I knew when----- *We'll never have to say goodbye again. We'll never have to say goodbye again. You must leave, I know you will. I won't let you go until you show me the secret. For makin
0 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin'Turn on the radio. We'll play it way down low. There's a tear in your eye that's reflecting the fire's glow. And I wish that this night would never end. The sun ain't gonna be my friend. Lying here awaiting here and wishing I knew when----- *We'll never have to say goodbye again. We'll never have to say goodbye again. You must leave, I know you will. I won't let you go until you show me the secret. For makin
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 persue rappin'?
Already knowin' that ya shit 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, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
What?
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull t
Boyz N Tha Hood G Mix Lyrics
Intro: Yeah gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all the O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz what's up niggaz my nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit nigga that got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E yeah ........ Verse One: Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
he act upIntro: Yeah gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all the O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz what's up niggaz my nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit nigga that got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E yeah ........ Verse One: Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
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 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 cuz I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em will be next to die
Mothafucka!
[Chorus x2]
[Hook x4]