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