Saukrates - Da Proffesional lyrics

[saukrates] I woke up at noon still aching from the previous Job i had to do last night, sh** 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 k**ed her Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster Although most of, them n***as 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 maf**er 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 f**ed 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 cla** 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 f** 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, sh** I hear it close and my belt unlock Turn around and there was four maf**ers with glocks Pointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece And licked two shots leaving four men deceased But how the f** did two bullets k** four n***as Checked out the co*k 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 maf**er from the ho smell Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in Naked to the p**y, straight up shower f**in' The walls were shattering with echoes But ain't a question that k**ing maf**ers ain't my only profession Not after two hours of k**ing 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 f** 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 b**hes Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches Got to the door, which is the right bu*ton 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 a** n***a on the left, a strangle was his d**h Motherf**er in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap s**ing 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 f**ing with my n***a's d** 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 a** to shame Open the next door and out came kareem Jabbar, a barefoot size seventeen I said "choose your style" and n***a said "ostrich" Yeah sure n***a look more like he took one for hostage Swinging his sh**s with no style at all One swing of my sword left him four feet tall Third door opend slowly only to show Cleopatra getting f** by mikey budafeuco At gunpont the b**h 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 a** as if it ain't my job To eliminate the families of punks who rob Pull your dick out n***a this ain't no freak show Let 'em go 'cause he got touched by the professional My flight was straight s** in the private jet Heading home to collect my fitty dollar check I'm out *echoed*