Im a professional



Im a professional



Im a professional...







[top dog]



You must be blind and deaf



To think that you can test



Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo chest



(pumm! pumm!)



May the buddha bless you where they rest you



Underground, where you hear the sound



Bucktown!



Home where we roam



Pack mad chrome



So niggas watch your dome-piece



Or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head



Batty bwoy gwan dead



[ruck]



Time for some action



Dick in yo mouth satisfaction



I pull it out you breathe again like toni braxton



Im askin niggas, but Im blastin niggas



Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just laugh at niggas



My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills



So Ill drill styles that keep the mine filled



Blunts get smoked and chumps get choked



When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck wrote



So ah make way for the master blaster



Who blast past bastards, cuz my shits mastered,uh



Chorus:



Blah! like this



Blah! like that



The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz



Blah! like this



Blah! like that



The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz



Blah! like this



Blah! like that



The heltah, the skeltah, the gunn, the clappaz



[louieville sluggah]



Well its the louieville sluggah motherfucka



Straight outta bucktown!



Word to mother, shit is real fuckin with this crowd



Times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard



To block the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge



I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas



All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas



And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our backs



So nigga grab ya gat, cuz you could catch a head clap



Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face



Or catch 2 strays straight to ya face



You punk pussy, yous a rookie



Ima play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me



Ill stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth



The truth you shoulda let loose



(chorus)



[rock]



Ayo, go get your boys



Tell em bring the noise if ya want want it



(fuck dem niggas!)



Try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted



That nigga rock still livin ill



I will kill at will



And fill you up from yo gut to yo grill



(tell em sam, tell em sam)



Nah, man that be my grandpops



I slam cops for glocks



And buck shots all over your block



I cant believe there really be non-believers



Who wanna see the rock give em growing pains like mike seaver



(nah mean)



Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz



So act up, we strapped



(what!)



Boot camps thick in this bitch



Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit



[starang]



Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus



Fuck around and get that ass bust



Standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened



Fuckin with the starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin



Awesome, tossin niggas like steve austin



Niggas get baked like beans thats straight from boston



And my glocks make shit hot, cops get



More nervous than thursdays on the box



And every now and then a sucka trys to attack



Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back



So act, like you want the mac to ya grill



Embrace my face its kill or be killed



(chorus)



Like this like this like this like this like this like that



Its the heltah skeltah gunn clappaz



Blah this, blah that, like this like that...