The Professionals

Intro:<br><br>[Sound Of Radio in the background]<br><br>[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]<br><br>[Phone Rings]<br><br>Tray Lee:Hold On, Hold On... Wait a minute<br> Yeah, Yeah, What`s happenin`?<br><br>Phone:Tray yo, what`s up? how`s it going Tray?<br> ByStorm business.<br> Tell yo honey to go and listen.<br> I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit<br> out on the industry.<br> You know my fee. Wit a ten percent bonus<br> if the job is complete within one day.<br> <br>[Tray`s woman complains]<br><br>Phone: Ay, yo Tray listen. I gotta bounce, listen Tray.<br> I gotta bounce, my phone might be tapped, <br> you know my code, get back to me wit an <br> update.<br><br>Tray Lee: Word up, this serious business right here.<br> Glad y`all could make it.<br><br>[Voices of approval from the Reepz]<br><br>Verse One:<br><br>TL:My niggaz, check this shit out, I just got off the phone<br> wit Goose, he want the crew to put a hit out.<br><br>Reepz:On who?<br><br>TL:The industry and yo, it sounds legit, equipped, wit <br> infra-red and twenty mil to split. But first we need<br> a game plan that fits, ski masks, Tecs nigga wit<br> unlimited clips. Bulletproof vests, no let ups, lets<br> rock son undebted, so boys I`ll be the decoy, the<br> first one to set it.<br><br>Reepz 1:Since Tray`s the first one to set it, he can<br> walk past the guards unprotected, set up<br> shop, for the rest of us to wreck shit. <br> Meanwhile, I`ll lace the basement with <br> basement placement of explosives. I see <br> four guards where the entourage started, <br> just pinpoint the target, so we can get<br> started.<br><br>Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I`m all for it, map it, we can score<br> it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand<br> by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my<br> lyrics and two shotties in the barn from pop<br> taped to my body. I`m bustin` shots like it<br> don`t make sense, gettin` rid of all witnesses<br> and evidence.<br><br>Reepz 3:I`m bout to shut it down, I need a round and a<br> card, change of gear, arsenal status, the Ramada.<br> Forties, fakes, takin` up space, reals get nada.<br> Time to make it sicker than Italian Jim Carter.<br><br>TL:No doubt, I see we on the same page, shit is proper,<br> so the operation starts in eighteen hundred hours.<br><br>Bridge One:<br><br>[Phone Rings]<br><br>TL:Yo goose this is Tray.<br><br>Phone:Yeah, what`s my update?<br><br>TL:The Reepz will be joining me in this operation, <br> operation starts at six p.m., I expect results<br> three hours from that time. Next time we speak,<br> mission will be accomplished, and I expect cash<br> upon execution.<br><br>Verse Two:<br><br>TL:Let`s run it down,<br><br> Firearms<br><br>R:Check<br><br>TL:Hollow Tips<br><br>R:Check<br><br>TL:Leather gloves and bombs pasting all the exits<br><br>R:Check<br><br>TL:ID strap with the PV in the back<br><br>R:Check, Check<br><br>TL:Let`s set it off and put the plan into effect.<br> Made a call and said, I begin to think wit all the <br> bosses. While I got this guys occupied, Borne,<br> run up in they office.<br> The four RNF files and shit like that, and take,<br> anything that says they got us under contract.<br> Since niggas are wired, this how it go, when you<br> hear me make a move to leave the room, then <br> that`s the signal.<br><br>R1:Now that we have the instructions, and the<br> blueprints have been structured, it`s time to do it.<br> AV, chick, you set bombs, to defuse it, if they<br> got confused wit, the plan just use it. Take no<br> prisoners, give no remorse. Tray Lee kissed his<br> cross and was off.<br><br>Bridge Two:<br><br>TL:Gentleman, so glad you could make it here this <br> evening.<br><br>Businessmen of the Industry:This better be good.<br><br>TL:The purpose, of this meeting here tonight, is so <br> that we can combine all our entities, and make<br> one big music conglomerate.<br><br>BOTI:What?! What the hell are you talkin` about?!<br><br>TL:Now, now, now. Before you act to hasty, just hear<br> me out here. You`re not being reasonable, you`re<br> not being... I`ll tell you what...<br><br>BOTI:Who the hell do you think you are?!<br><br>TL:I`m gonna step out for a second...<br><br>BOTI:You got a lotta mamushkas comin` in my <br> fuckin` office...<br><br>TL:Give you gentlemen time to ponder on the idea,<br> and I`ll be back for a decision.<br><br>BOTI:Conglomerate...Johnny, you follow that son of<br> a bitch, I don`t trust him one fuckin` bit.<br><br>Verse Three:<br> <br>TL:Yo, that`s the cue let`s make it happen.<br><br>Walkie-Talkie:Tray walk towards the bathroom.<br><br>TL:What`s the deal?<br><br>WT:Being followed.<br><br>TL: Oh, you spot`em?<br><br>WT:Yeah, I got`em. <br> <br>[Gunshot, and sound of pain]<br><br>TL:Good lookin` out.<br><br>R2:Yeah, no doubt, let`s keep it movin`, they heard<br> the shots comin` in, pullin` out. Let`s sweat<br> the scene like Colin Ferguson, I got the <br> documents, but if this nigga`s dead, why the <br> fuck I`m hearin` shots?<br><br>R3:Busted out the exit, on some vexed shit, man,<br> bullets sprayed I caught one in the shoulder<br> blade. I cocked the shot, he pulled the trigger<br> bust my lyrics, had they heads bopped, mad<br> niggaz in the hall droppin`. Around the corner<br> more niggaz tried to dead me, but they got <br> tooken` out, my raw style is too deadly.<br><br>TL:So what you need, yo clip empty?<br><br>R3:I got my designee wit one magazine plus a <br> bullet, that travels into ya.<br><br>R2:These niggaz is still comin, let`s split together<br> what we got and leave this fuckin` scene gunnin`.<br> <br>TL:Word, thieves covered in blood, it`s on son, no<br> question, no time for hesitatin`, fuck the <br> second guessin`. Merely suggestin`, the we<br> leave these niggaz restin`, so open up and <br> watch talons explode in they chest and, look<br> out Borne...