Professional
DMX Lyrics


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Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop

I look through the 11th floor window
Take one last puff of the indo (what?)
Look through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I breathe safe
Nigga never saw it coming, that's how he got it (what?)
Never even thought of running, 'cause a nigga plotted (what?)
Smart niggas get niggas killed for real
I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight)
It's goin' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfucking tracks nigga and drop you
Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slumped and run
But I'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, resting easily
And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use
The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (c'mon!)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop

I can catch you in the very building that you live in
Wait until you get right at your door then start spitting (aight?)
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?)
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (alright?)
I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (boom!)
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!)
I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)
Then make a call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waiting, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fucking chicken wire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop

I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man
Working at Toys'are'Us handing yo' kid a brand new toy (true)
I could be the one serving your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, 'Yo, where the weed at?'
I could be the one driving the school bus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight)
A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em aside
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride
I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh)
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I know I'm doing wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
To forgive me for fucking with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't going too well, but that's my life
I know I'm going to hell, but that's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life
Kill nigga kill this is my life

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga)





Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of DMX's song The Professional depict a character who is a paid hitman, and the violence he inflicts on people with no moral remorse. The song describes the hitman's commitment to his job, how he prepares and executes his targets, and how he is always on the lookout for potential victims. The hitman shows no fear or emotion as he carries out his killings, and the lyrics also reveal his awareness of the consequences of his actions. The song hints at the possible sense of dissatisfaction or regret that the hitman feels about his life choices, but he is unable to escape his violent lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas won't creep these streets with me
People are afraid to walk down these dangerous streets with me.


'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Everyone knows that getting involved in these streets is always dangerous.


Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
I'm going to make you want to do something and then I'll do it.


'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop
I will shoot you multiple times because I have to.


I look through the 11th floor window
I am observing my target from the 11th floor window.


Take one last puff of the indo (what?)
I take one last hit of marijuana before executing the plan.


Look through the scope, and let like ten go
I aim through the scope and shoot around ten times.


Break it down, back in the briefcase
I break down the gun and put it back in the briefcase.


Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe
I wipe the sweat off my face before leaving to ensure I won't be caught.


Outside I breathe safe
I can breathe safely now that I've left the building.


Nigga never saw it coming, that's how he got it (what?)
My target never expected to be attacked, so he was caught off guard and killed.


Never even thought of running, 'cause a nigga plotted (what?)
My target didn't run because he didn't know I was after him.


Smart niggas get niggas killed for real
Intelligent people can inadvertently put their peers in danger.


I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight)
If someone makes a deal and it goes wrong, I'll be there with a gun.


It's goin' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
My target won't expect to be shot by a hidden person.


Stop you in your motherfucking tracks nigga and drop you
I'll immediately halt my target and shoot until they're dead.


Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun
I dispose of all evidence by getting rid of my clothes and dumping the gun.


I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slumped and run
I dislike leaving my target dead and running away, but it's necessary to avoid getting caught.


But I'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be
Although I don't like what I do, there are other people who need to be eliminated.


Left with a head full of lead, resting easily
I leave my target with a head full of bullet wounds, but they're now at peace because they're dead.


And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use
I receive $20,000 in compensation for my job and put it to good use.


The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (c'mon!)
The only justification I have for killing people is my love of violence and causing harm on others.


I can catch you in the very building that you live in
I can find and attack you in the very building where you live.


Wait until you get right at your door then start spitting (aight?)
I wait until you reach your doorway and start shooting at you then.


Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?)
People have left a ribbon tied to the railing of the staircase where my target was killed.


I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (alright?)
I was the one who killed my target, but I did it somewhere else besides the top of the steps.


I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home
I can follow you home while walking behind you.


Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (boom!)
I make a noise, which causes you to turn around, and then I shoot you in the head.


Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light
The last thing you'll see is the light reflecting off the gun before you're shot.


I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!)
I shoot you and you're dead instantly, and there's no way to avoid it.


I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)
I could place a bomb in your car and detonate it, causing an explosion.


Then make a call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes
I report the explosion and tell people that the only thing left of you was a piece of clothing.


And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
In reality, there's a small piece of your nose and some bone fragments left from your body.


Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
The bomb caused so much damage that it's difficult to distinguish different body parts.


I could be waiting, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
I could be waiting for you in the backseat of your car.


With some fucking chicken wire, soon as you hit the backstreet
As soon as you turn onto a less busy street, I'll use chicken wire to strangle you.


I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass
I'll suddenly jump up and use the chicken wire to strangle you.


Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops
I'll clean up the evidence and flee before the police arrive.


I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man
I could disguise myself as a UPS delivery man or any other person.


Working at Toys'are'Us handing yo' kid a brand new toy (true)
I could work at a toy store and hand your child a new toy while secretly planning to kill you.


I could be the one serving your food wherever you go to eat at
I could be the one serving you food wherever you go to eat, and you wouldn't even know it.


Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, 'Yo, where the weed at?'
I could be the person you ask for weed on the street corner.


I could be the one driving the school bus that yo' kids in
I could be the driver of your child's school bus.


Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight)
I don't target women and children because it's not necessary and too cruel.


A nigga got feelings, I just put 'em aside
I have emotions, but I have to suppress them to do my job.


And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride
When it's time for me to execute a plan, I don't hesitate and just go through with it.


I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh)
I don't get much sleep because my soul is tormented by the things I do.


I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I wish I didn't have to do these things, but everything I said I meant and have to follow through with.


I know I'm doing wrong and everyday I beg the Lord
I know what I'm doing is wrong, and every day I pray to God for forgiveness.


To forgive me for fucking with the, double-edged sword
I pray for God to forgive me for living a double life and committing deadly acts.


Shit ain't going too well, but that's my life
Things aren't going well for me, but I have to accept it because this is my life.


I know I'm going to hell, but that's my life
I know I'll go to hell for what I do, but this is just the way my life is.


Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I weren't involved in this type of deadly work.


Kill nigga kill this is my life
Killing people is what I do, and this is just the way my life is.




Lyrics © BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

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