The Professional
Исполнитель: DJ Clue f Mobb Deep
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[DJ Clue] *echoing*<br>New shit, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)<br>The Professional, used from my nigga Vic<br>Haha<br><br>[Prodigy]<br>Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum<br>Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all<br>I blastoff on the track law<br>My shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for<br>Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw<br>Do Queens tires get burnt, let`s peel through the real<br>Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me<br>Check out my lifestyle, it`s a off-road course<br>I stay challenged, but that`s a good thing<br>Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation<br>My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate<br>Derate barracks, don`t get yourself embarrassed<br>My click savage, y`all niggaz is average<br>I`m handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.<br>Nigga, it`s the I-M-D nigga (CLUE)<br><br>Chorus 2x<br><br>Chorus [Havoc]<br>Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option<br>Start hoppin, cuz when it`s on we ain`t stoppin<br>The click`ll get the message when shit start droppin<br>Don`t got a gat stashed, you better start coppin<br><br>[Havoc]<br>Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults<br>But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote<br>Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats<br>Me and my click`s champagning, and campaigning<br>While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrils<br>I`ll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil<br>Niggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey<br>Niggaz want the bitches, we just want the money<br>Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough<br>Tourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunk<br>Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style<br>Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo<br>Joinin my team, that`s a no-no<br>Say what you want, don`t let it talk for you<br>And that`s my word, I`ll have this hollow tip stored for you<br><br>Chorus 2x<br><br>[Noyd]<br>One time nigga, two times nigga yo<br>I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body<br>The type of tracks, got me killin these cats<br>Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact<br>When niggas in the hood ain`t no good, carry gats<br>And leave you on your back in a hurry<br>Especially, dealin wit the money<br>Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis<br>Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli<br>Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily<br>Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets<br>Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees<br>And pass that to me, and I`ll bless piece<br>So this way the whole fam eat<br>Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this<br>Survival of the Fittest, nobody`s fuckin wit this<br>So fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit me<br>You fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit P<br>You fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit three<br>Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga Clueminatti<br><br>Chorus 2x