the professional

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

i look through the 11th floor window

take one last puff of the indo

look through the scope

and let like ten go

break it down

back in the briefcase

wipe the sweat off my face so i can leave safe

outside i breathe safe

nigga never saw it comin

that's how he got it

never even thought of runnin

cause a nigga plotted

smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real

i know

they make a deal? i'm comin with the steel

it's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you

stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you

get rid of all the clothes 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

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

i can catch you in the very building that you live in

wait until you get right at your door then start spittin

now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps

i was there

you ain't die at the top of the steps

i can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home

make a noise

you turn around and i put one in your dome

last thing you saw was chrome and a

flash of light

i blast him right

nigga

that's yo' ass tonight

i could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode

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

clean up the mess and

get away from the cops

i could be the ups delivery boy or the man

workin at toys'r'us handin yo' kid a brand new toy

i could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at

or that nigga on the corner that you ask

yo

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