The Professional (Album Version|Explicit)

Yeah how many hitters can stand the rain

This is only a test

I told you it was commin

We in front of the scenes and in back of the scenes

So what you gon do now

B**ches wanna front on me but know not to come to me

I keep ten glocks ten rotts up in front of me

Like they sprayin' sumin' like they sayin' sumin'

I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin'

My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four

Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow

Thanks to Taebo I'm thirty-two and O

When I catch a knock out b**ches bring the cops out

Two for five spots I tear the rocks out

Pop the tops out then clear the spot out

Ni**a or b**ch you don't want no problems

My revolver is the quick problem solver

Don't never think I'm slippin' b**ch I ain't dumb

I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun

Hatin' a** niggas I treat you like a b**ch

Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you sh*t

I got warriors that's three time felons

Leave ya body swellin' leakin' from the melon

And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'

Somebody took the story sold it to Helen Kelly

The guns and thing you sing about bring 'em out

Like I thought y'all havin' a gun drought

I'm a millionaire I ain't rhymin' for the cash

I'ma relax and let my niggas get in the a**

All y'all niggas is narrow straight parrel

Ni**a like Banger make you swallow the barrel

Criminal I ain't tryna battle on a ground or gravel

Through four make the hollows travel

I got Montana nines more tangled lines

Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line

I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine

Can't jack mine I'm one of a kind

Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro

You sleep with your eyes close might as well be blind fold

See how much my nine hold blast my one

Dos tres to the cuatro cinco reload b**ch

How you want it Head or gut you soft like baby butt

When these Brooklyn niggas come through

Their jewels they tuck for what

Intimidated how we hop out the truck

Or the S type Jag y'all niggas straight fag

This is for my niggas who ain't never have sh*t

Ridin' around town with gun in masses

Copped out the ten years but only had six

All the ghetto hoods with only one bad b**ch

This is for my b**ches who ain't never have sh*t

Settin' niggas up for all they stashes

Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses

Nasty hoes who take it in they asses

Aiyyo I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from

I ain't never tell no b**ch when I cum

I'm far from a lame you will never see me run

You know how we do it beef jump into it

Mafia's the gang max out the squadron

Nine millimeter team mack 11 mobs men

Who said we ain't rich Kim's bling cost a fortune

Queen Bee niggas shootin' anything crawlin'

From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin'

Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin'

Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin'

Get the cold out ya eyes somebody 'bout to die

Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go

Hit 'em all in the row like tic tac toe

Where you start is where you finish at

Show y'all the meanin' of fam remember dat

Yo this is for my niggas who ain't never have sh*t

Ridin' around town with gun in masses

Copped out the ten years but only had six

All the ghetto hoods with only one bad b**ch

This is for my b**ches who ain't never have sh*t

Settin' niggas up for all they stashes

Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses

Nasty hoes who take it in they asses