"Clientele" as written by Paul Mitchell, King Tech and Nasir Jones....
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele) What's up my niggas?
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele) How why'all feelin'
(The mic is contacted I attract clientele) Check it out
Yo (The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

Yo, niggas need ta quit it actin' like they betta
Before I wear em out like a fitta wit a matchin sweater
Plus I'm wantin' shoes, I'm runnin' through cools wit cheddar

makin' em crack like leatha unda tha rainy weather
y'all best ta get it together before you step into Dirty's domain
This cold game got you switchin' identities and code names
I went from enough ta mo game, growin like Rogaine

keepin' my face posted up in dope frames
I throw flames then I tame em like a fireman
And put a grip on this industry like supplies can
why'all don't understand I'm a wiser man wit a hot hand

That'll drop and permantally put you on a Kaizer plan
Stretch you out in a stretcher for thinkin why me
I'm thinkin why these why me didn't know where tha poison is like IV
It's drive ta handle hands like Allan Ivry

Hand in tha be -ball's, even though tha odds be ivory
I'm lethal, I put holes in all types of people
From Asian ta Caucasian, I'm dazin' 'em wit no sequel
No one is equal ta tha 3, that's a pity
Just stay on your mattress packs and watch us on Rap City

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

Yo, what?
I'm an assassin blastin', brothas talkin' out they ass
And flashin' a .45 colt to yo throat, leave in yo casket

Rockin' mo ice aspen, diamonds tha size of asprins
Walk wit a Dirty limp, I talk wit tha Dirty accent
Way my rhymes a touch ya like sexual harrasement
50 percent violation and 50 percent on cashmen

Faster than Nascar, pull like a tow guard
I flow hard, chargin' by tha minute like a phone card
Distinguished gentlemen, sweatin' brothas like penaltints
Smokin' middle tin, blackin' mouths, clockin' benjamins

Rockin' timbalands, lockin' down tha dirty premesises
Cake time is unlimited, from championships ta scrimmages
So fly, we defy tha laws of gravity
Anatomy of a king so you can crown me like cavity

Nigga that's Pronoun, Dirty Unit historical
I answer to nobody, keep questions rhetorical
Wit mo action, whippin' ass like Joe Jackson
If you see it contain jus, remain tha future attraction

Main event offense, you can't contain tha prevent
Concrete for a line of defense that's hard as cement

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)

I rip tha mic wit tha force of a black hole on a intergaltic plateau
Tha rhymin weapon, spittin faster than bullet shadows
I smack clones, divorcin my thoughts wit cracked bones
And when I rhyme I give more lines than tapped phones

Damage ya beach, burnin' tracks wit flamable speech
Tha rappin' atangable beast with animal teeth
Battlin' me is like goin' to hell askin' for heat
'Cause I'm rougha than leatha and tougha than African feet

Walkin' these scandalous streets like an evangelist priest
keepin' it heated like Cool J and Canibus beef
I rip your vocal cords, put a body in every morgue
Wit heavy metaphors hittin' harda than every George

I hurt you perpetrators wit fire ta burn you hatas
I'm bigga than Pun, wit more guns than a terminator
Tha astronaut, spittin' more watts than a Magnavox
Wit more data in my memory bank than a Macintosh

I'm so ill I could take a bath in hot lava
And not even botha ta break a sweat, you facin' death
goin' against Dirty Unit, Sway and Tech, tha world famous
Colaboration break your necks

Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Dirty pop rounds and stomp grounds where lions dwell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)


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"Clientele" as written by Gene Redd Gene Jr. Redd

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