The Lex Diamond Story Track Listing
1 The Lex Diamond (intro)
2 Pit Bull Fights
3 Hitman Salary (skit)
4 King of Kings
5 Missing Watch
6 All Over Again
7 Clientele Kidd
8 Smith Bros.
9 Restaurant (skit)
11 Fuck You (skit)
12 Pa-Blow Escablow
13 Musketeers of Pig Alley
14 Ice Cream, Part 2
15 The Hood
16 Wild Chimpanzees (skit)
17 Planet of the Apes
18 Wyld in da Club
19 Once Upon a Time
20 Lex Diamond Story (outro)
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, blip blip blap blap blap
[Hook x2: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
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 *****z 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 jackets 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 why'all *****z bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
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 100 Puerto Rican *****z shootin'
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 **** happened?
How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'?
Already knowin' that ya **** was trash
Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ***
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 why'all, Terre-error the Squad
My *****z set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon ****
Straight punch in ya lung and you *****z gon' drop
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
**** him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ***
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 ****!
Videotaped his wiz and I ****ed his *****
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 **** that kill that greasy blood on contact
Finish you off 'cause I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em will be next to die