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Da Proffesional

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Da Proffesional

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[saukrates]

I woke up at noon still aching from the previous

Job I had to do last night, shit was serious

Got up out my bed, and picked up my pointsetta

And put him on the balcony so he could get a

Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst

Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth

Just then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones

He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones

And bring the little girl, who people knew as matilda

And often, who I say before gestapo could have killed her

Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster

Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm supposed to

Protect my neck, if not mine then big petey's

Dipped in the door so no one could even see me

I told matilda wait outside for me boo

'cause the professional's always confidential, it's true

Then pete said yo, you know mikey budafeuco?

The mafucker cut my last shipment of bazooko

And laced it with soda, so much that you could taste

That slimy ? ? ? ? , I'll make him taste paste

I said yo, boss hit me with the source

And his whole family of course, you know what I mean

Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do

To mikey budafeu, he said straight, arrange your crew

But that's a no no, the pro only murders solo

I almost lost my life working with teams out in soho

California beach, we was storming the place

Fucked around and almost got buck by scarface

Tony montana, but that's another story

A whole other chapter, check the library

Went back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbye

She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eys

The next day made my connection, check my directon

My flight to chicago, first class section

I didn't recognize no one on the plane, this was strange

My inside man was no where that I could claim

The stewardess was over polite, I wondered why

But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly

Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom

Talking some kind of code something was wrong

Everyone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuff

I tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcuk

Dig it, cool don't panic, I said excuse me, my seat belt's broken

Then the back door opened, shit

I hear it close and my belt unlock

Turn around and there was four mafuckers with glocks

Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece

And licked two shots leaving four men deceased

But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas

Checked out the cock and found the pilot's cranium disfigured

The click, another piece to my head bone

Turn around and greet ms cleopatra jones

How ya doing baby? she said, I'm chill how 'bout you?

Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?

I landed the plane, checked in the hotel

Horny like a mafucker from the ho smell

Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in

Naked to the pussy, straight up shower fuckin'

The walls were shattering with echoes

But ain't a question that killing mafuckers ain't my only profession

Not after two hours of killing crotch

Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed*

** 4 seconds of silence **

It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout

Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me

Ms jones was around back I took the front gates

Two punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waist

Strolled towards a door, but pizano was like

Yo, who the fuck are you? then I pulled out my knife

Slow, without a whipser or hint of hesitation

Made one quick slash and committed decapitation

Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left

And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew*

It didn't take but a second to wait

The rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifle

And popped every last one of them sons of bitches

Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches

Got to the door, which is the right button

Red, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a sudden

I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s

Backflip under the porch and

Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight

'round my fists, made it quick with very little fight

Grabbed the fool on the right and silenced his ass

Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death

Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap

Sucking my barrel like a crack junkie

Got through the door and it was straight war

Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo

Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs

Put they family to shame for fucking with my nigga's drugs

Upon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the first

A ninja master showing his thirst for my life

But little did he know I be trained

Akido's my middle name, put his ass to shame

Open the next door and out came kareem

Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen

I said choose your style and nigga said ostrich

Yeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostage

Swinging his shits with no style at all

One swing of my sword left him four feet tall

Third door opend slowly only to show

Cleopatra getting fuck by mikey budafeuco

At gunpont the bitch turned straight to heather hunter

On a steroid, banging this fool like she wants to

He didn't know I was there so I moved around the front

Rubber gripping, pointed at his dome started tripping

And pleading with my ass as if it ain't my job

To eliminate the families of punks who rob

Pull your dick out nigga this ain't no freak show

Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional

My flight was straight sex in the private jet

Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check

I'm out *echoed*

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