I'm a professional
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I'm a professional
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I'm a professional...
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[Top Dog]
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You must be blind and deaf
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to think that you can test
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Originoo Gunn Clappz 2 to yo chest
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(Pumm! Pumm!)
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may the buddha bless you where they rest you
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underground, where you hear the sound
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BUCKTOWN!
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home where we roam
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pack mad chrome
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so niggas watch your dome-piece
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or you just might just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
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batty bwoy gwan dead
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[Ruck]
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time for some action
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dick in yo mouth satisfaction
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I pull it out you breathe again like Toni Braxton
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i'm askin niggas, but i'm blastin niggas
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Yo we pass dem niggas, so the Ruck just laugh at niggas
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my mind ills off rhyme skills and nine mills
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so i'll drill styles that keep the mine filled
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blunts get smoked and chumps get choked
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when they try to quote the notes that B-I-G Ruck wrote
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so ah make way for the master blaster
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who blast past bastards, cuz my shit's mastered,uh
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Chorus:
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BLAH! like this
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BLAH! like that
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the Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
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BLAH! like this
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BLAH! like that
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the Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
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BLAH! like this
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BLAH! like that
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the Heltah, the Skeltah, the Gunn, the Clappaz
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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well it's the Louieville Sluggah motherfucka
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straight outta Bucktown!
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word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with this crowd
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times is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard
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to block the body scars, Bootcamp always stand in charge
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I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger niggas
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all them bigger niggas scared to death of all us little niggas
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and Smif(Smif) to the Wessun(Wessun) got our backs
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so nigga grab ya gat, cuz you could catch a head clap
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slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face
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or catch 2 strays straight to ya face
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you punk pussy, you's a rookie
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i'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
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i'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
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the truth you shoulda let loose
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(Chorus)
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[Rock]
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Ayo, go get your boys
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tell 'em bring the noise if ya want want it
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(Fuck dem niggas!)
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try and run up on this nigga that stay blunted
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that nigga Rock still livin' ill
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i will kill at will
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and fill you up from yo gut to yo grill
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(tell em sam, tell em sam)
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Nah, man that be my grandpops
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I slam cops for Glocks
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and buck shots all over your block
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I can't believe there really be non-believers
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who wanna see the Rock give 'em Growing Pains like Mike Seaver
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(nah mean)
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Mr. Inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
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so act up, we strapped
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(WHAT!)
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Boot Camp's thick in this bitch
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guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit
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[Starang]
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niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the wrath plus
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fuck around and get that ass bust
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standin in the back ya wondered and ya frightened
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fuckin with the Starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin
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Awesome, tossin' niggas like Steve Austin
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niggas get baked like beans that's straight from Boston
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and my Glocks make shit hot, cops get
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more nervous than Thursdays on the Box
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and every now and then a sucka trys to attack
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Heltah Skeltah plays the front, Gunn Clappaz in the back
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so act, like you want the Mac to ya grill
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embrace my face it's kill or be killed
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(Chorus)
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like this like this like this like this like this like that
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it's the Heltah Skeltah Gunn Clappaz
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Blah this, Blah that, like this like that...
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| Originoo Gunn Clapazz |
