| Song | Clientele |
| Artist | Sway & King Tech |
| Album | This or That |
| 作曲 : King Tech | |
| (feat. Dirty Unit) | |
| [The lines in () are a sample from Nas] | |
| [Intro] | |
| (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 y'all feelin? | |
| (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) | |
| Check it out | |
| Yo | |
| (The mic is contacted I attract clientele) | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Yo | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Y'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 B-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 matress packs and watch us on Rap City | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Yo | |
| What? | |
| I'm an assasin 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 | |
| Disquinshed 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 scrimages | |
| So fly, we defy tha laws of gravity | |
| Anatomy of a king so u 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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) | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| 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 scandolous 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 perpatrators 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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) |
| zuò qǔ : King Tech | |
| feat. Dirty Unit | |
| The lines in are a sample from Nas | |
| Intro | |
| 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 y' all feelin? | |
| The mic is contacted I attract clientele | |
| Check it out | |
| Yo | |
| The mic is contacted I attract clientele | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Yo | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Y' 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 Bball' 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 matress packs and watch us on Rap City | |
| Chorus | |
| Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells | |
| The mic is contacted I attract clentele | |
| Contagous tha MC, ill it in sicklecell | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo | |
| What? | |
| I' m an assasin 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 | |
| Disquinshed 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 scrimages | |
| So fly, we defy tha laws of gravity | |
| Anatomy of a king so u 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells | |
| The mic is contacted I attract clentele | |
| Contagous tha MC, ill it in sicklecell | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 3 | |
| 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 scandolous 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 perpatrators 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells | |
| The mic is contacted I attract clentele | |
| Contagous tha MC, ill it in sicklecell | |
| 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 |