Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Professional , by - DMX. Release date: 20.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Professional |
| Niggaz won’t creep these streets with me cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be Make you wanna. |
| then I’m gonna. |
| cause I gotta. |
| POP POP, POP POP (nigga!) |
| I look through the 11th floor window |
| Take one last puff of the indo (WHAT?) |
| Look through the scope, and let like ten go Break 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, that’s how he got it (WHAT?) |
| Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (WHAT?) |
| Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real |
| I know, they make a deal? |
| I’m comin with the steel (aight) |
| It’s gon’be that cat you don’t see that’s gon’pop you (uhh) |
| Stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you (uhh) |
| Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun |
| I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run |
| but I’m on the job and right now there’s more niggaz that need to be left with a head full of lead, restin easily (WHOO) |
| And that twenty G’s a fee, put to a good use |
| The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (C'MON!) |
| 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 ain’t 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, that’s yo’ass tonight (C'MON!) |
| 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 clothes |
| and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm |
| which they really couldn’t tell apart, because of the bomb |
| I could be waitin, camped out in yo’car, in the backseat |
| with some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet |
| I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo’ass (BLEH) |
| clean up the mess and, get away from the cops |
| I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man |
| workin at Toys’R’Us handin yo’kid a brand new toy (true) |
| I could 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 could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo’kids in except that, I don’t like to involve, women and children (aight) |
| A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside |
| and when it’s time for me to do my job, I just ride |
| I don’t get much sleep (uh) my soul’s tormented (uh) |
| I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it I know I’m doin wrong and everyday I beg the Lord |
| to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword |
| Shit ain’t goin too well, BUT THAT’S MY LIFE |
| I know I’m goin to hell, BUT THAT’S MY LIFE |
| Sometimes I think what will I do, WITH MY LIFE |
| Kill nigga kill this IS MY LIFE |