DMX – The Professional

The Professional is the title of an award winning hip-hop and rap single created by a talented American rapper and songwriter, DMX.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “…And Then There Was X” was officially released on 21 December 1999.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

DOWNLOAD DMX The Professional FREE AUDIO SONG MP3

LYRICS

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

I look through the 11th floor window

Take one last puff of the indo

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

Nigga never saw it comin, that’s how he got it

Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggas get niggas killed for real

I know, they make a deal? I’m comin with the steel

It’s gon’ be that cat you don’t see that’s gon’ pop you

Stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you

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

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 niggas that need to be, left with 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

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

I can catch you in the very building that you live in

Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin

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

I was there, you ain’t DIE at the top of the steps

I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh)

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, nigga, that’s yo’ ass tonight

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

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

I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo’ ass

Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man

Workin at Toys’R’Us handin yo’ kid a brand new toy

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 driving the school bus that yo’ kids in

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

A nigga 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 (uh) my soul’s tormented

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

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be

Make you wanna.. then I’m gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won’t creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets’ll be