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DMX - The Professional lyrics
Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the 11th floor window Take one last puff of that indo Look through the scope and out like ten gold Break it down back in the briefcase I get the sweat off of my face so I can leave safe Outside I breathe safe Nigga never saw it comin thats how ya got it Never even thought of runnin, cuz a nigga plottin Smart niggaz, get niggaz killed for real I know they make a deal Im comin with the steal It's gone be that cat you dont see thats gone pop you Stop you in yo muthafuckin tracks nigga drop you Get rid of all the clothes dump the gun I hate to be that type a nigga leave you slugged and run But Im on a job and right now theres more niggaz than easy to be Left wit a head full of lead, rest in easily And that 20 easy b Put to a good use The only excuse I have for what I do is love over abuse Cmon Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna, cuz I gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop Nigga Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz i gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop I can catch you in the very buildin that you live in Waitin till you get right at your door to start spittin Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps I was there, you aint die at the top of the steps I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home Makin noise, you turn around, and I'll put money on yo dome Last thing you saw was chrome and a flash of light A blast to right Nigga Thats yo ass 2nite I can put a bomb on your car and watch it explode Make a call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes And a small piece of your nose and bone from yo arm Which they really couldnt tell apart Because of the bomb I can be waitin camped out in your car In the backseat wit some fuckin chicken wire and Soon as you hit the back street I jump up like Jack- In- A- Box Strangle this shit out yo ass Clean up the mess and get away from the cops Niggaz wotn creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop Nigga Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop I can be that U.P.S. delivery boy Or the man workin at Toys R Us, and handin your kid a bran new toy I can be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo where the weed at?" I can be the one drivin the school bus that yo kids in Except that, I dont like to involve women and children A nigga got feelins I just put em a side When its time for me to do my job I just ryde I dont get much sleep My souls tormented I wish it was alive But everything I said I meanted I know im doin wrong, and every day I beg the Lord to forgive me For fuckin wit the devil and sort Shit aint goin to well But thats my life I know Im goin to hell But thats my life Sometimes I think what will I do wit my life Kill nigga, kill This is my life Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop Nigga Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets would be Make you wanna, then Im gonna, cuz I gotta Pop, pop, pop, pop Nigga Niggaz wont creep these streets wit me Cuz you know fuckin where these streets, these streets(fade out |
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