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DJ CLUE lyrics : "The Professional"

[DJ Clue: echoing]
New %#@!, Mobb Deep featuring Noyd (like this dunn)
The Professional, used from my ^!$$% Vic



Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law

My %#@! is pure satisfaction, what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, 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 ^!$$%z is average
I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C.
^!$$%, it's the I-M-D ^!$$% (CLUE)

[Chorus x2]

[Chorus: Havoc]
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 %#@! start droppin
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin

Now you can talk about a ^!$$%, 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 %#@! up in your nostrils

I'll be plottin on your life, to put one up in your fossil
^!$$%z think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
^!$$%z want the (*##$es, we just want the money

Federal notes, flipped blue, keys of !@%!e 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

[Chorus x2]

One time ^!$$%, two times ^!$$% yo

I dig the way Clueminatti 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 ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in 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 %#@!, pioneers of this
Survival of the Fittest, nobody's $#&@in wit this

So $#&@ around wit Hav, you $#&@ around wit me
You $#&@ around wit me, then you $#&@ around wit P
You $#&@ around wit us, then you $#&@ around wit three

Motha$#&@ers from the NYC, what ^!$$% uh, what ^!$$% Clueminatti

[Chorus x2]

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