Styles P - The Professionals lyrics
[Verse 1: Styles P] Get to missin' when this pistol get to blickin' Get your range on the ignition, n***a, listen Play your position, drug dealer, musician Now I sell fruit, lets call this fruition School of hard knocks, yeah, I paid my tuition If I made my decision that somebody gotta go Then you oughta dock a boat, you could find 'em when they fishin' The Ghost and I'm harder than Iron Man and Vision All the Avengers, too many rap pretenders Need they brain on the fender, got the full-clip agenda Who lookin' for a slot? I fit you in the schedule Gun'll put you to sleep, the bullets made of Benadryl [Chorus: Lil Fame] You f**in' with professionals, we clear the place out In a place, leave a n***a face down (Trip her out) We got the spot cased out You motherf**ers face down You f**in' with professionals, we clear the place out In a place, leave a n***a face down (Trip her out) We got the spot cased out You motherf**ers face down You f**in' with professionals (Professionals) [Verse 2: Styles P] Well, let me get back to it Lot of n***as hop on the beat but could not rap to it Now me? I change flows like you change clothes The mango on the tip of the nine out the Durango A lot of rappers sweeter than the 14th of February (Yeah) A pint of Ben and Jerry's (Yeah), claimin' they legendary (Yeah) I invite you to dance right in the cemetery I ain't bring a song, just a forty-four long You a bunkie n***a, why you f**in' with King Kong? You a goldfish, I'm the megladon in the pond I'll make you a famous ghost Yeah, you listenin' to Fame and Ghost, you co*k s**er [Chorus: Lil Fame] You f**in' with professionals, we clear the place out In a place, leave a n***a face down (Trip her out) We got the spot cased out You motherf**ers face down You f**in' with professionals, we clear the place out In a place, leave a n***a face down (Trip her out) We got the spot cased out You motherf**ers face down [Verse 3: Styles P] Recommendin' you go or recommendin' you know You test me, I clap like it's the end of the show Not your average Joe, I will stab you in your throat Tryna duck the bad habits, got a habit with the smoke I'm really tryna mature, n***as foul as manure But they lack horsepower when I'm stronger than Thor I explore my options, I employ myself, so I enjoy myself, a n***a cliquin' on tours I'm goin' through the window, n***a knockin' the doors If you don't get the wave, my n***a, stay on the shore I just need a lil' fame (Ohh) and that's word to Lil Fame (Ohh) Bet this gun'll let you dance for the cash, I let it bang [Chorus: Lil Fame] You f**in' with professionals, we clear the place out In a place, leave a n***a face down (Trip her out) We got the spot cased out You motherf**ers face down You f**in' with professionals, we clear the place out In a place, leave a n***a face down (Trip her out) We got the spot cased out You motherf**ers face down You f**in' with professionals (Professionals) [Outro: Lil Fame] 'Cause I'm-'cause I'm-'cause I'm lookin' for cash You f**in' with professionals 'Cause I'm-'cause I'm-'cause I'm lookin' for cash You f**in' with professionals