The Professional

[Intro: Mickey - Rocky III]

This guy'll kill ya to death inside o' three rounds!

This guy, is a wrecking machine! (Uh-huh)

And he's hungry...(Uh, Uh)

[Verse]

Humour! These niggas makin' me laugh

A natural born hustler, got to make that cash

A natural born fe', she gotta shake that ass

Anybody tryna eat, they gotta break that fast

Million crabs in the barrel, wanna make they splash

The quick run fast, nice niggas finishin' last

It don't matter, yo, the speakers, or the hammers could blast

I handle yo' ass, you slippin', I'ma take yo' stash

It's BLACK INK! What you think? Is you ignorant, or what?

Life's a bitch, I'll tell you when I'm finished wit' this much [?]

Smoke toke, and power-broke, and brothers syndicated up

See them spinnin' satellite dishes, that's sittin' on the truck

Nah, we'll drive fast, to your lip or your jaw

Lady hittin' me wit' the number, like' 'Gimme a call,'

I ain't doin' no graffiti, but I'm quick on the draw

Paint a picture of a pistol, while I'm kickin' your door

Get on the floor, and I don't mean the 'Dancin' Type'

Wit' all the DJ's, and the bar, and fancy lights

I'm talkin' 'bout them rats and roaches, and some mice

Cement floor, you left [?], for the rest of your life

'Cause you's a amateur, done rappin' a professional mic

Who need to get his chin slapped wit' a professional pipe

Wah![?] But then the cops, they wanna cuff my wrist

That's not my twist, I'd rather blow the spot like this

I'm at a table with five chicks, that's not my bitch

Stupid niggas, tryna figure, "How he got my bit...?"

Because, I lay the law, hem it up, stitch by stitch

Play tough, and I'mma cut you, like you a sandwich

I'm just a calm, nonchalant, not-givin'-a-fuck type

And you all uptight, and you can't fuck right

And still you want a lady, who just can't get enough, right?

Well, that's the reason that she wit' us, a'ight!

Gimme a light, for this spliff, o' hypnokush I'm holdin'

Big, wheels, I'm rollin', bigger bills I'm foldin'

Cash flow controllin', account's gone swollen

One ounce on purple, another couple on golden

Twisted, I bake the whole projects biscuits

This kid is a, trend setter, ya'll just misfits

Willie Gank, I been better, y'all just beginnin' shit

Now this a life-or-death, predicament, I step in wit'

A vendetta, then start spittin' shit, this big game [?], that's ridiculous

Ya motherfucker's insignificant, I'm .357 magnificent

Stay playin' where them bad bitches, is

You feelin' me, man

You know y'all niggas ain't stoppin' a thang

Rolled on, see, I been up on top o' my game

Yo, dawg, see I'm never gonna change my name

You better, park your brakes, or change your lane

Because, fam', you know they fin' lift the semi-automatic ban

They fin' to have them in the ghetto, goin' at it, man

They bring it to your block, and have it like Pakistan

Philly Boys, makin' noise, clingin' like static, an'

Them young cannons, even jump out vans

'N' leave you laid out, stiffer than the mannequin stands

You get, sprayed out,  clapped with mechanical hands

That kick back, 'cause you and your mansa

Get zapped, just keep, thinkin' o' Inks, the people's enjoyin' it

I, cold-blooded, kill shit, keep on doin' it

'Cause, that's my pleasure, is the people's enjoyment

Gangsters, holla at me, if you seekin' employment

Sure, kid, that's only if you willin' to learn

'Cause it's a hard grind, but it got a heavy return

I seen some hard times, now I got cheddar to burn

But still, got mo' cheddar to earn, it's Black Ink, nigga!