The Professional (Letra)

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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!)

[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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The Professional (Letra)

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[dj clue] *echoing*
New shit, mobb deep featuring noyd (like this dunn)
The professional, used from my nigga vic
Haha

[prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, p stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, i pour fire on earth, i been to hot raw
Do queens tires get burnt, let’s peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle, it’s a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that’s a good thing
Cuz it creates balance, infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don’t get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y’all niggaz is average
I’m handling your most v.p., put em in p.c.
Nigga, it’s the i-m-d nigga (clue)

Chorus 2x

Chorus [havoc]
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it’s on we ain’t stoppin
The click’ll get the message when shit start droppin
Don’t got a gat stashed, you better start coppin

[havoc]
Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in new york, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click’s champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrils
I’ll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough
Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your polo, i know your m-o, you half homo
Joinin my team, that’s a no-no
Say what you want, don’t let it talk for you
And that’s my word, i’ll have this hollow tip stored for you

Chorus 2x

[noyd]
One time nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain’t no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin pelle fuckin wit the spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and i’ll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the fittest, nobody’s fuckin wit this
So fuck around wit hav, you fuck around wit me
You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit p
You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three
Mothafuckers from the nyc, what nigga uh, what nigga clueminatti

Chorus 2x

The Professional (Letra)

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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!)

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

The Professional (Letra)

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Oh I’m back in the full effect / I can’t even hold myself erect / I got nothing that I
wanna say / I’m gonna say it anyway / I know you think that I’ve lost it, baby / I know
you think that my star is fading / Used to be a contender / Now you’re just a pretender /
Psychic karaoke every weekend / You don’t fit those clothes anymore / Why don’t you take
them back to the charity store / While you’re there you could always hand yourself in /
You’re into green issues – start recycling / You hide behind your woman when you’re out in
your town / Show her up and blame her for holding you down / Holding you down, holding you
down / You’re the only one who’s holding you down / You’re only ever polite when you’re
out of your box / Cocker’s short for… sucker / Sucker of… / Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh,
oh / Sucker of… / Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / When I got up today I had that feeling
again / Everything was OK, then the world started shaking / Now I’m trying to sleep it
away / Oh but I can’t sleep it away / Can you answer this question, can you answer it
right: / Have you ever done anything good in your life? / Have you ever done anything that
wasn’t just for yourself? / Are you capable of giving? / Are you capable of giving just
for the sake of it, without expecting anything in return? / I’m only trying to give you
what you’ve come to expect / Just another song ‘bout single mothers and sex / Single
mothers and sex, single mothers and sex / Just another song ‘bout single mothers and sex /
OK, you’ve heard it before, it’s nothing special / But it’s a living, can’t you see / I’m
a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / I’m a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na
/ Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on, don’t wake as I leave / I’ve been rehearsing
this scene so long now / Don’t interrupt me as I do it for real / The bedroom floor is
treacherous / A teacup could be disastrous / ‘Cos it’ll mean I would have to say / What
was written on the letter I posted yesterday / So that it would get here / When I was gone
/ And you awoke / Oh, she’ll meet me from the train / And she’ll never know a thing /
About how I talk with my mouth full / And only bath once a week / How I’m nicer the first
time you meet me than the next / And I’m rapidly losing interest in sex / Yeah, I’m
rapidly losing interest in sex / What’s the point in making it over-emotional? / You can
do it the hard way / Or you can be a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / I’m a
professional / Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love /
Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love / Sleep on
my darling / Sleep on my love

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there is a sound they don’ t want you to own

arrest every word that escapes from your throat
they hand you the world’s smallest microphone
it’s still too loud and you’re asked to go home

she can stay as long as she swears
that when she breathes it will be her own air
she’ll state her case and take up space
and that suffocates…
The Professional

there is a sound that they want you to hear
to drown out the voice that plays in your ear
they hand you the world’s biggest razorblade
an amateur bleeds but she hardly gets paid

she can be mad but they’ll let her know
the scorched earth allows nothing to grow
and she’ll be blamed but feel no shame
‘cause she’ll have stopped…
THE PROFESSIONAL

The Professional (Letra)

DMX

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[killah priest]
In hip-hop i’m a pro-fessional
No questions asked, better check my jewels
From 98 to 2g’s, i rule
Killah priest the professional..

I build lyrics like a monument
Most dominant, i drop bombs with common sense
The inipatant scientist, a perfectionist
A lyrical specialist..
Most affectionate, most merciful
Towards a fool, a thirst for jewels, you know the rules
Migrates, beats efficient, holy as a baby krishnan
Pure as the river ?
Once the words are spoken, heavens open
Blow the smoke off the graphics
Rub the tablet, kissed the earth, i inhabit
Cuz the bastards, that been grafted
Through his maggots
I rocked the lord’s silk fabrics
I rest on the holy sabbath
I have a warrant, for all devils laying dormant
I arrive to cause torment, dark heavens, begins forming
Start brain-storming, invite you in my office
My face begin to metamorphous, i go from gorgeous
Into a fucking tyrannosaurus, scenery is now prehistoric
I’m kicking deadly rhymes with no chorus
Lyrics hovers like flying saucers
Niggas turning to alcoholics, staring up into orbit
Showing all teeth like a walrus, began running through the forest
Lyrics coming with deadly forces..

In hip-hop i’m a pro-fessional
No questions asked, better check my jewels
From 98 to 2g’s, i rule
Killah priest the professional..

In hip-hop i’m a pro-fessional
No questions asked, better check my jewels
From 98 to 2g’s, i rule
Killah priest the professional..

The greatest lyricist known to man, or mankind
Stage host or landmine, come and heal before this ?
Drop a freestyle until i’m old and se-nile
Killings have a brother in the p now, i’m a murderer
To a lyrical burglar, i hit um’ in the jugular
I snuff ya, handcuff ya, then i smother ya
I battle rappers by the billions
I battle old folks and small children
Soldiers and civilians, i take on states and countries
I stay hungry, a predator, i bring it to ya on the regular
I give you static like a cellular with dead batteries
Fuck up ya head like a cavity..

In hip-hop i’m a pro-fessional
No questions asked, better check my jewels
From 98 to 2g’s, i rule
Killah priest the professional..

In hip-hop i’m the pro-fessional
No questions asked, better check my jewels
From 98 to 2g’s, i rule
Killah priest the professional..
Killah priest the professional..
Killah priest the professional.. (y’all better learn)
Killah priest the professional.. (king mu’tazila)
Killah priest the professional.. (maccabees)
Killah priest the professional..
Killah priest the professional..

[outro to heavy mental, movie sample begins]
I have written this for you my son, wherever you are
And for your children, and your children’s children
It’s a poor legacy, but it’s all i have..