The Professional lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Intro: DJ Clue]
New sh*t, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
The Professional, used from my n*gga Vic
Haha

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take 'em
I blast off on the track, lord
My sh*t is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for
With facts like an answer, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle, it's a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
Cuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all n*ggas is average
I'm handling your Most V.P., put 'em in P.C
n*gga, it's the I-M-D n*gga (CLUE)

[Chorus: Havoc]
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when sh*t start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when sh*t start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
[Verse 2: Havoc]
Now you can talk about a n*gga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that sh*t up in your nostrils
I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
n*ggas think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
n*ggas want the b*tches, we just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough
Tourin the coast, hug your wife Duke, gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you

[Chorus: Havoc]
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when sh*t start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when sh*t start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
[Verse 3: Big Noyd]
One time n*gga, two times n*gga yo
I dig the way ClueManatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When n*ggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin Pelle f*ckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stashin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the beats
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the Infamous of this sh*t, pioneers of this
Survival of the Fittest, nobody's f*ckin wit this
So f*ck around wit Hav, you f*ck around wit me
You f*ck around wit me, then you f*ck around wit P
You f*ck around wit us, then you f*ck around wit three
Mothaf*ckers from the NYC, what n*gga uh, what n*gga
ClueManatti

[Chorus: Havoc]
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when sh*t start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin, cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message when sh*t start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin
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