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Clayborne!



[Kool Keith]

Clayborne Family up in here (Clayborne)

Clayborne Family, Clayborne Family

Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhh



Clayborne Family, move through the uninvited

Smack the pee out the guest list

What I got good thugs and guerilla bodyguards they made of steel

I wonder who gon' protect this

You with the FBI, Secret Service men

I can't even reveal my vocal expression

How you gon' pose and tell the world you got mad bodies?

Sold kilos of drugs standin next to detectives

I was believin that one time, you ain't gonna fool mine

But I'ma let you fool the public mind

An alert murder dog, youse a commercial fraud

With bras and thongs like a broad

Yo hype is well kept behind closed doors

The city think you hard, a lot of niggaz are dumb

The city think you God

You wouldn't hit a square all blindfolded

Keep your apron on, put up the curtain rod

You got everybody scared, you hurtin hard

I don't even trust the guy wearin the peach Izod



[Chorus: Clayborne Family]

What you drinkin with? Smell the funk get crunk

What you drinkin with? Get crunk, smell the skunk

What you drinkin with? Smell the funk get crunk

What you drinkin with? Get crunk, smell the skunk

What you drinkin with? Smell the funk get crunk

What you drinkin with? (Clayborne Family)



[Marc Live]

Clayborne Family, we strike with the ruthless touch

Ruthless what? Clear the block out

Crime family, everybody does somethin

Whatever, brind bad news bad weather

Cadillac, four deep with the battle axe

Trunk filled with that massive cash

It's massive stash, blunt tri-state

Go postal, coast to coast yo

We send the work straight out, straight to Kosovo

Felony clique we a terrible clique

You got another well we frost kid it's sick

24's, we got 24 whores

All 100% top shelf

They all cock back shot you fall back

Come chill black, we got the Hatfields

We been feudin for a hundred years, old



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[Jacky Jasper]

My fam is my fam

To put your body out my fam

Leave you down head slammed

Take your shit my fam

Clayborne we gone

Sit back and just throw airball

Recall, my family take it all

Escort, strip club, strip parlors

Pay up dollars to me or my brothers

Money folds, we run holes in the wall

Kids don't bite call the cops patrol

Powder cookers pinch yes we pushers

Don't associate with any users, hate ya

So we shoot up your Crown Victoria

My lawyer and me sit and laugh at ya

Cops scope kids jumpin rope arrest they hope nope

Y.O.'s traffic holdin my dope wodie

My hustler's hard goodie goodie read sticky sticky

My homey stick you for your money money



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CLAYBORNE!