The Professional

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop

I look through the eleventh 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

Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe

Outside I breathe  safe

**** never saw it comin', that's how he got it (What?)

Never even thought of runnin' 'cause a **** plotted (What?)

Smart **** get **** killed for real

I know, they make a deal, I'm comin' wit' the steel (Aight)

It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (Uh)

Stop you in your motherfucking tracks, ****, and drop you (Uh)

Get rid of all the clothes, dump the gun (Uh-huh)

I hate to be the type of **** to leave you slugged and run

But I'm on the job and right now there's more **** that need to be

Left wit' 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 (Come on)

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop, ****

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop

I can catch you in the very building that you live in (Uh)

Waitin' till you get right at your door to start spittin' (Aight)

Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the tops of the steps

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

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

I blast him right, ****, that's yo' ass tonight (Come on)

I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (Boom)

Then make a 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 fucking 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

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop, ****

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop

I could be the UPS delivery boy or the man workin' at Toys'R'Us

Handin' your kids a brand new toy (True)

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

Or that **** on the corner that you ask

"Yo, where the weed at?"

I could be the one drivin' the school bus that yo' kids in

Except that, I don't like to involve women and children

A **** 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, my soul's tormented (Uh)

I wish it was a lie but everything I said, I meant it (Uh)

I know I'm doin' wrong and everyday I beg the Lord

To forgive me for fucking wit' the double-edged sword (Uh)

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 wit' my life

Kill ****, kill this is my life

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop, ****

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these streets'll be

Make you wanna, then I'm gonna

'Cause I gotta pop-pop, pop, pop, ****

**** won't creep these streets with me

'Cause you know fucking wit' these