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Lyrics for Tha Professional by DMX:
| | | Artist: | DMX |
| | Album: | And Then There Was X | | Track: | Tha Professional | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 136 | | | | Lyrics: | Chorus: DMX
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!)
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 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
Chorus 2X
[DMX]
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
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