DMX - The Professional Lyrics
Chorus: dmxNiggaz wont creep these streets with meCause you know *****in what these streetsll beMake you wanna.. then Im gonna..Cause I gotta.. pop pop, pop pop (nigga!)I look through the 11th floor windowTake one last puff of the indo (what? )Look through the scope, and let like ten goBreak it down, back in the briefcase (uh-huh)Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe (uh)Outside I breathe safe (uh)Nigga never saw it comin, thats how he got it (what? )Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (what? )Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for realI know, they make a deal? Im comin with the steel (aight)Its gon be that cat you dont see thats gon pop you (uhh)Stop you in your mother*****in tracks nigga and drop you (uhh)Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gunI hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and runBut Im on the job and right now theres more niggaz that need to beLeft with a head full of lead, restin easily (whoo)And that twenty gs a fee, put to a good useThe only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (cmon!)Chorus 2x[dmx]I can catch you in the very building that you live in (uh)Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight? )Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what? )I was there, you aint die at the top of the steps (aight? )I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh)Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (boom!)Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uhh, uhh, uhh)I blast him right, nigga, thats yo ass tonight (cmon!)I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)Then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothesAnd a small piece of your nose and, bone from your armWhich they really couldnt tell apart, because of the bombI could be waitin, camped out in yo car, in the backseatWith some *****in chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreetI jump up like jack-in-the-box, strangle the shit out yo ass (bleh)Clean up the mess and, get away from the copsChorus 2x[dmx]I could be the ups delivery boy (uh-huh) or the manWorkin at toysrus handin yo kid a brand new toy (true)I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat atOr that nigga on the corner that you ask, yo, where the weed at?I could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo kids inExcept that, I dont like to involve, women and children (aight)A nigga got feelings, I just put em asideAnd when its time for me to do my job, I just rideI dont get much sleep (uh) my souls tormented (uh)I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant itI know Im doin wrong and everyday I beg the lordTo forgive me for *****in with the, double-edged swordShit aint goin too well, but thats my lifeI know Im goin to hell, but thats my lifeSometimes I think what will I do, with my lifeKill nigga kill this is my lifeChorus 2.5x
