The Professional

niggas won't creep these streets with me cuz you know fuckin what these streets'll be make you wanna...then i'm gonna... cuz i gotta...POP POP, POP, POP 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, cuz a nigga plotted (what?) smart niggas get niggas 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 (uh) stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga, drop you (uh) 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 niggas that need to be left with a head full of lead, restin easily (woo) 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 (uh) i blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (uh, uh, c'mon!) i could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!) then make a 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 ehleeh , 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?" (damn) i could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in (uh huh) except that, i don't like to involve, women and children (aight) a nigga got feelings, i just put 'em aside but 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 (uh) i know i'm doin wrong and everyday i beg the Lord to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword (uh) shit ain't goin too well, but that's my life i know i'm goin to hell, that's my life sometimes i think, "what will i do, with my life?" kill, nigga, kill, this is my life niggas won't creep these streets wit me cuz you know fuckin wit these...,