Saukrates - Da Proffesional Lyrics
[saukrates]I woke up at noon still aching from the previousJob I had to do last night, shit was seriousGot up out my bed, and picked up my pointsettaAnd put him on the balcony so he could get aLittle bit of city sun just to quench his thirstPlants gotta live too, cause they feed the earthJust then I got a call from pete slash blinky jonesHe said to meet him down a donnys house of pork and bonesAnd bring the little girl, who people knew as matildaAnd often, who I say before gestapo could have killed herPicked up my grip, let it slide into the holsterAlthough most of, them niggas fear me Im supposed toProtect my neck, if not mine then big peteysDipped in the door so no one could even see meI told matilda wait outside for me boocause the professionals always confidential, its trueThen pete said yo, you know mikey budafeuco?The ma*****er cut my last shipment of bazookoAnd laced it with soda, so much that you could tasteThat slimy ? ? ? ? , Ill make him taste pasteI said yo, boss hit me with the sourceAnd his whole family of course, you know what I meanJust hit me with the green and Ill see what I can doTo mikey budafeu, he said straight, arrange your crewBut thats a no no, the pro only murders soloI almost lost my life working with teams out in sohoCalifornia beach, we was storming the place*****ed around and almost got buck by scarfaceTony montana, but thats another storyA whole other chapter, check the libraryWent back to my crib, kissed matilda goodbyeShe started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eysThe next day made my connection, check my directonMy flight to chicago, first class sectionI didnt recognize no one on the plane, this was strangeMy inside man was no where that I could claimThe stewardess was over polite, I wondered whyBut I didnt give a ***** this trick was mad flySpeaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercomTalking some kind of code something was wrongEveryone got out of their chairs calmly, and grabbed their stuffI tried to raise up, but my seat belt was tcukDig it, cool dont panic, I said excuse me, my seat belts brokenThen the back door opened, shitI hear it close and my belt unlockTurn around and there was four ma*****ers with glocksPointed straight to my dome piece, grabbed my chrome pieceAnd licked two shots leaving four men deceasedBut how the ***** did two bullets kill four niggasChecked out the ***** and found the pilots cranium disfiguredThe click, another piece to my head boneTurn around and greet ms cleopatra jonesHow ya doing baby? she said, Im chill how bout you?Petey sent me as your crew, so what yo gonna do?I landed the plane, checked in the hotelHorny like a ma*****er from the ho smellBroke to the bathroom to clean myself, then she snuck in***** to the *****, straight up shower *****inThe walls were shattering with echoesBut aint a question that killing ma*****ers aint my only professionNot after two hours of killing crotchHit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot *echoed*** 4 seconds of silence **It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I cloutHood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didnt like meMs jones was around back I took the front gatesTwo punks on guard with uzis strapped to their waistStrolled towards a door, but pizano was likeYo, who the ***** are you? then I pulled out my knifeSlow, without a whipser or hint of hesitationMade one quick slash and committed decapitationLeft the knife in the neck of the man on the leftAnd hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew*It didnt take but a second to waitThe rotwilders went psycho, I took one knee and grabbed my rifleAnd popped every last one of them sons of *****esMotivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitchesGot to the door, which is the right buttonRed, yellow, or blue, pushed the blue then all of a suddenI heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10sBackflip under the porch andPulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tightround my fists, made it quick with very little fightGrabbed the fool on the right and silenced his assNigga on the left, a strangle was his deathMother*****er in the middle, play the monkey caught a capSucking my barrel like a crack junkieGot through the door and it was straight warCamo-flague gear getting torn by my ammoRun up the stairs, tripping over dead thugsPut they family to shame for *****ing with my niggas drugsUpon the second floor was faced with three doors, chose the firstA ninja master showing his thirst for my lifeBut little did he know I be trainedAkidos my middle name, put his ass to shameOpen the next door and out came kareemJabbar, a barefoot size seventeenI said choose your style and nigga said ostrichYeah sure nigga look more like he took one for hostageSwinging his shits with no style at allOne swing of my sword left him four feet tallThird door opend slowly only to showCleopatra getting ***** by mikey budafeucoAt gunpont the ***** turned straight to heather hunterOn a steroid, banging this fool like she wants toHe didnt know I was there so I moved around the frontRubber gripping, pointed at his dome started trippingAnd pleading with my ass as if it aint my jobTo eliminate the families of punks who robPull your dick out nigga this aint no freak showLet em go cause he got touched by the professionalMy flight was straight sex in the private jetHeading home to collect my fitty dollar checkIm out *echoed*
