Dmx - The Professional Lyrics

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[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!)

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[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

[Chorus 2.5X]

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