The Professional Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Niggaz 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, pop 

Nigga 

I look through the eleventh 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 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott 'HIGHEST IN THE ROOM' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: DaBaby - 'Vibez' - LYRICS 

Smart niggaz get niggaz 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, 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 niggaz that need to be 

Left with a head full of lead, restin' easily in it 

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 

Niggaz 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, pop 

Nigga 

Niggaz 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, 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 

Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome 

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 

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 

Niggaz 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, pop 

Nigga 

Niggaz 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, pop-pop 

Nigga 

I could be the UPS delivery boy, 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 drivin' the schoolbus 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, 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, that's my life 

I know I'm goin to Hell, that's my life 

Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life 

Kill nigga, kill this, it's my life 

Niggaz 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, pop 

Nigga 

Niggaz 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, pop 

Nigga 

Niggaz won't creep these streets with me 

'Cause you know fuckin' what these