DJ Clue?, Mobb Deep, Big Noyd - The Professional lyrics

New shit, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd
(like this dunn)
The Professional, used from my nigga Vic
Haha

Yo you catch chills
P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs
My song take all
I blast off on the track, lord
My shit is pure satisfaction
What more could you ask for
With facts like an answer, I
Pour fire on earth, i been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt
Let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride wit me
Check out my lifestyle
It's a off-road course
I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
Cuz it creates balance


Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks
Don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggas is average
I'm handling your Most VP, put em in PC
Nigga, it's the IM-D nigga (CLUE)

Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin
Cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message
When shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed
You better start coppin
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin
Cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message
When shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed
You better start coppin

Now you can talk about a nigga
Criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked wit bolts
Blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning
And campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels
And sniff that shit up in your nostrils
I'll be plottin on your life
To put one up in your fossil
Niggas think they gully
On the inside sweet like honey
Niggas want the bitches
We just want the money
Federal notes, flipped blue
Keys of coke store frontin watchin his dough
Tourin the coast, pardon wife due
Gettin babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit
You like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O
You half homo
Joinin my team, that's a no no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word
I'll have this hollow tip stored for you

Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin
Cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message
When shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed
You better start coppin
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin
Cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message
When shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed
You better start coppin

One time nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way ClueManatti got the
Beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one and black
Mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good
Carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin wit the money
Rockin Pelle fuckin wit the Spanish
Mami cheffin up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin jums
Out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin slummed
On the daily forty days, forty weeks
Either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece
So Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam eat
Be the Infamous of this shit
Pioneers of this survival of the Fittest
Nobody's fuckin wit this
So fuck around wit Hav
You fuck around wit me
You fuck around wit me
Then you fuck around wit P
You fuck around wit us
Then you fuck around wit three
Mothafuckers from the NYC, what nigga uh
What nigga clueManatti

Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin
Cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message
When shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed
You better start coppin
Cuz we plottin, leave the cats wit one option
Start hoppin
Cuz when it's on we ain't stoppin
The click'll get the message
When shit start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed
You better start coppin