Текст песни DJ Clue f Mobb Deep - The Professional
DJ Clue f Mobb Deep - The Professional слова песни
[DJ Clue] *echoing*New shit, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)The Professional, used from my nigga VicHaha[Prodigy]Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrumTastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take allI blastoff on the track lawMy shit is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask forWit facts like an ?ansaw?, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot rawDo Queens tires get burnt, let`s peel through the realSlide through my terrain, take a ride wit meCheck out my lifestyle, it`s a off-road courseI stay challenged, but that`s a good thingCuz it creates balance, Infamous wild life federationMy congress, sit down and conversate ya fateDerate barracks, don`t get yourself embarrassedMy click savage, y`all niggaz is averageI`m handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.Nigga, it`s the I-M-D nigga (CLUE)Chorus 2xChorus [Havoc]Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one optionStart hoppin, cuz when it`s on we ain`t stoppinThe click`ll get the message when shit start droppinDon`t got a gat stashed, you better start coppin[Havoc]Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faultsBut in New York, got it locked wit bolts, blow the voteOverdose, while you cop block and cut throatsMe and my click`s champagning, and campaigningWhile you rhyme about your jewels, and sniff that shit up in your nostrilsI`ll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossilNiggaz think they gully, on the inside sweet like honeyNiggaz want the bitches, we just want the moneyFederal notes, flipped blue, keys of coke store frontin watchin his doughTourin the coast, pardon wife due, gettin babies drunkCall me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my stylePut holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homoJoinin my team, that`s a no-noSay what you want, don`t let it talk for youAnd that`s my word, I`ll have this hollow tip stored for youChorus 2x[Noyd]One time nigga, two times nigga yoI dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the bodyThe type of tracks, got me killin these catsTwenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exactWhen niggas in the hood ain`t no good, carry gatsAnd leave you on your back in a hurryEspecially, dealin wit the moneyRockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish mami cheffin up by dellisNow we got the guns pumpin jums out the back of a deliReally, these chumps gettin slummed on the dailyForty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streetsStackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the beesAnd pass that to me, and I`ll bless pieceSo this way the whole fam eatBe the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of thisSurvival of the Fittest, nobody`s fuckin wit thisSo fuck around wit Hav, you fuck around wit meYou fuck around wit me, then you fuck around wit PYou fuck around wit us, then you fuck around wit threeMothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh, what nigga ClueminattiChorus 2x