The Professionals - Styles P, Lil Fame

Get to missin' when this pistol get to blickin'

Get your range on the ignition, nigga, listen

Play your position, drug dealer, musician

Now I sell fruit, lets call this fruition

School of hard knocks, yeah, I paid my tuition

If I made my decision that somebody gotta go

Then you oughta dock a boat, you could find 'em when they fishin'

The Ghost and I’m harder than Iron Man and Vision

All the Avengers, too many rap pretenders

Need they brain on the fender, got the full-clip agenda

Who lookin' for a slot?

I fit you in the schedule

Gun’ll put you to sleep, the bullets made of Benadryl

You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out

In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)

We got the spot cased out

You motherfuckers face down

You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out

In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)

We got the spot cased out

You motherfuckers face down

You fuckin' with professionals (Professionals)

Well, let me get back to it

Lot of niggas hop on the beat but could not rap to it

Now me?

I change flows like you change clothes

The mango on the tip of the nine out the Durango

A lot of rappers sweeter than the 14th of February (Yeah)

A pint of Ben and Jerry’s (Yeah), claimin' they legendary (Yeah)

I invite you to dance right in the cemetery

I ain’t bring a song, just a forty-four long

You a bunkie nigga, why you fuckin' with King Kong?

You a goldfish, I’m the megladon in the pond

I’ll make you a famous ghost

Yeah, you listenin' to Fame and Ghost, you cock sucker

You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out

In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)

We got the spot cased out

You motherfuckers face down

You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out

In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)

We got the spot cased out

You motherfuckers face down

Recommendin' you go or recommendin' you know

You test me, I clap like it’s the end of the show

Not your average Joe, I will stab you in your throat

Tryna duck the bad habits, got a habit with the smoke

I’m really tryna mature, niggas foul as manure

But they lack horsepower when I’m stronger than Thor

I explore my options, I employ myself, so

I enjoy myself, a nigga cliquin' on tours

I’m goin' through the window, nigga knockin' the doors

If you don’t get the wave, my nigga, stay on the shore

I just need a lil' fame (Ohh) and that’s word to Lil Fame (Ohh)

Bet this gun’ll let you dance for the cash, I let it bang

You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out

In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)

We got the spot cased out

You motherfuckers face down

You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out

In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)

We got the spot cased out

You motherfuckers face down

You fuckin' with professionals (Professionals)

'Cause I’m-'cause I’m-'cause I’m lookin' for cash

You fuckin' with professionals

'Cause I’m-'cause I’m-'cause I’m lookin' for cash

You fuckin' with professionals