The Professional Lyrics by Dmx

The Professional

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