The Professional - Viewed 74 times

Niggaz won't creep these streets with me cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna.. I look through the 11th floor window Look through the scope, and let like ten go Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real 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 And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use 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 clean up the mess and, get away from the cops I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?" I could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside and when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it I know I'm doin wrong and everyday I beg the Lord to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword 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, WITH MY LIFE Kill nigga kill this IS MY LIFE