The Professional DMX

[Chorus]
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be
Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna..
'Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (Nigga!)

[Verse 1]
I look through the 11th floor window
Take one last puff of the indo
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 comin, that's how he got it
Never even thought of runnin, 'cause a nigga plotted
Smart niggas get niggas killed for real
I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you
Stop you in your motherfuckin 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, restin' 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

[Chorus]
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin what 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 what these streets'll be
Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna..
'Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (Nigga!)