Dj Clue - The Professional Lyrics
[dj clue] *echoing*New shit, mobb deep featuring noyd (like this dunn)The professional, used from my nigga vicHaha[prodigy]Yo you catch chills, p stimulates your eardrumTastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take allI blastoff on the track lawMy shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask forWit facts like an ? ansaw? , I pour fire on earth, I been to hot rawDo queens tires get burnt, lets peel through the realSlide through my terrain, take a ride wit meCheck out my lifestyle, its a off-road courseI stay challenged, but thats a good thingCuz it creates balance, infamous wild life federationMy congress, sit down and conversate ya fateDerate barracks, dont get yourself embarrassedMy click savage, yall niggaz is averageIm handling your most v.p., put em in p.c.Nigga, its the i-m-d nigga (clue)Chorus 2xChorus [havoc]Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one optionStart hoppin, cuz when its on we aint stoppinThe clickll get the message when shit start droppinDont got a gat stashed, you better start coppin[havoc]Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faultsBut in new york, got it locked wit bolts, blow the voteOverdose, while you cop block and cut throatsMe and my clicks champagning, and campaigningWhile you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrilsIll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossilNiggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honeyNiggaz want the *****es, we just want the moneyFederal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his doughTourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunkCall me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my stylePut holes in your polo, I know your m-o, you half homoJoinin my team, thats a no-noSay what you want, dont let it talk for youAnd thats my word, Ill have this hollow tip stored for youChorus 2x[noyd]One time nigga, two times nigga yoI dig the way clueminatti got the beats rollin through the bodyThe type of tracks, got me killin these catsTwenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exactWhen niggas in the hood aint no good, carry gatsAnd leave you on your back in a hurryEspecially, dealin wit the moneyRockin pelle *****in wit the spanish mami cheffin up by dellisNow we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deliReally, these chumps gettin slummed on the dailyForty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streetsStackin cracks up in the fleece, so hav blaze the beesAnd pass that to me, and Ill bless pieceSo this way the whole fam eatBe the infamous of this shit, pioneers of thisSurvival of the fittest, nobodys *****in wit thisSo ***** around wit hav, you ***** around wit meYou ***** around wit me, then you ***** around wit pYou ***** around wit us, then you ***** around wit threeMotha*****ers from the nyc, what nigga uh, what nigga clueminattiChorus 2x
