(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New sh**! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
n***a, picture me hot, then picture me not
In this spot with this Glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With key, and connects me and Cease the vets
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, sh** I put a hole where your mind at
Push your hairline back, f**ing with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug about
One of the last real n***as trying to get in the game
But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid
You feel me? n***as spend advances for j**elry
Then run around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, f** you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, n***as give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here n***as grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He want them big things like them tits on Dolly Partons
Got mad bodies, lawyers hotter than Cochran
Besides n***as albums, a lot about dropping
f** break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, co*k then gun 'em down
Now, you want war? f** guns, bring grenades
f** all you sons thats dockin that shade
n***as be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood
I catch a n***a slipping I'm popping two in his hood
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, n***as give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Ja Rule)
Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up n***as
Time's up n***as, line up n***as
For the K-I, double L, E-R, Murdera
sh**'s on y'all in every way shape and form
I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When the God take you - be calm
The game is me, cause the game I eat breathe sleep
Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek
Hit the streets, handling mine, hoes handling nine
The see-through n***as get flipped like mini-blinds, ??? she lies
n***as stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on
What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you f**ing with some hot spitters
Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on n***a!
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, n***as give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
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