The Professionals

Intro:

[Sound Of Radio in the background]

[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]

[Phone Rings]

Tray Lee:Hold On, Hold On... Wait a minute
Yeah, Yeah, What's happenin'?

Phone:Tray yo, what's up? how's it going Tray?
ByStorm business
Tell yo honey to go and listen
I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit
Out on the industry
You know my fee. Wit a ten percent bonus
If the job is complete within one day

[Tray's woman complains]

Phone: Ay, yo Tray listen. I gotta bounce, listen Tray
I gotta bounce, my phone might be tapped
You know my code, get back to me wit an
Update

Tray Lee: Word up, this serious business right here
Glad y'all could make it

[Voices of approval from the Reepz]

Verse One:

TL:My niggas, check this shit out, I just got off the phone
Wit Goose, he want the crew to put a hit out

Reepz:On who?

TL:The industry and yo, it sounds legit, equipped, wit
Infra-red and twenty mil to split. But first we need
A game plan that fits, ski masks, Tecs nigga wit
Unlimited clips. Bulletproof vests, no let ups, lets
Rock son undebted, so boys I'll be the decoy, the
First one to set it

Reepz 1:Since Tray's the first one to set it, he can
Walk past the guards unprotected, set up
Shop, for the rest of us to wreck shit
Meanwhile, I'll lace the basement with
Basement placement of explosives. I see
Four guards where the entourage started
Just pinpoint the target, so we can get
Started

Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I'm all for it, map it, we can score
It, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
By the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
Lyrics and two shotties in the barn from pop
Taped to my body. I'm bustin' shots like it
Don't make sense, gettin' rid of all witnesses
And evidence

Reepz 3:I'm bout to shut it down, I need a round and a
Card, change of gear, arsenal status, the Ramada
Forties, fakes, takin' up space, reals get nada
Time to make it sicker than Italian Jim Carter

TL:No doubt, I see we on the same page, shit is proper
So the operation starts in eighteen hundred hours

Bridge One:

[Phone Rings]

TL:Yo goose this is Tray

Phone:Yeah, what's my update?

TL:The Reepz will be joining me in this operation
Operation starts at six p.m., I expect results
Three hours from that time. Next time we speak
Mission will be accomplished, and I expect cash
Upon execution

Verse Two:

TL:Let's run it down

Firearms

R:Check

TL:Hollow Tips

R:Check

TL:Leather gloves and bombs pasting all the exits

R:Check

TL:ID strap with the PV in the back

R:Check, Check

TL:Let's set it off and put the plan into effect
Made a call and said, I begin to think wit all the
Bosses. While I got this guys occupied, Borne
Run up in they office
The four RNF files and shit like that, and take
Anything that says they got us under contract
Since niggas are wired, this how it go, when you
Hear me make a move to leave the room, then
That's the signal

R1:Now that we have the instructions, and the
Blueprints have been structured, it's time to do it
AV, chick, you set bombs, to defuse it, if they
Got confused wit, the plan just use it. Take no
Prisoners, give no remorse. Tray Lee kissed his
Cross and was off

Bridge Two:

TL:Gentleman, so glad you could make it here this
Evening

Businessmen of the Industry:This better be good

TL:The purpose, of this meeting here tonight, is so
That we can combine all our entities, and make
One big music conglomerate

BOTI:What?! What the hell are you talkin' about?!

TL:Now, now, now. Before you act to hasty, just hear
Me out here. You're not being reasonable, you're
Not being... I'll tell you what...

BOTI:Who the hell do you think you are?!

TL:I'm gonna step out for a second...

BOTI:You got a lotta mamushkas comin' in my
Fuckin' office...

TL:Give you gentlemen time to ponder on the idea
And I'll be back for a decision

BOTI:Conglomerate...Johnny, you follow that son of
A bitch, I don't trust him one fuckin' bit

Verse Three:

TL:Yo, that's the cue let's make it happen

Walkie-Talkie:Tray walk towards the bathroom

TL:What's the deal?

WT:Being followed

TL: Oh, you spot'em?

WT:Yeah, I got'em

[Gunshot, and sound of pain]

TL:Good lookin' out

R2:Yeah, no doubt, let's keep it movin', they heard
The shots comin' in, pullin' out. Let's sweat
The scene like Colin Ferguson, I got the
Documents, but if this nigga's dead, why the
Fuck I'm hearin' shots?

R3:Busted out the exit, on some vexed shit, man
Bullets sprayed I caught one in the shoulder
Blade. I cocked the shot, he pulled the trigger
Bust my lyrics, had they heads bopped, mad
Niggas in the hall droppin'. Around the corner
More niggas tried to dead me, but they got
Tooken' out, my raw style is too deadly

TL:So what you need, yo clip empty?

R3:I got my designee wit one magazine plus a
Bullet, that travels into ya

R2:These niggas is still comin, let's split together
What we got and leave this fuckin' scene gunnin'

TL:Word, thieves covered in blood, it's on son, no
Question, no time for hesitatin', fuck the
Second guessin'. Merely suggestin', the we
Leave these niggas restin', so open up and
Watch talons explode in they chest and, look
Out Borne...

[Gunshots]

TL:Yo, that's two down, ha, now that's a few now
I'm killin' all foes. Time to reload...

R2:Okay, I am noted, it ain't a murder til'
She wrote it, kill or be killed, we got no other
Plans to go...

R3:Yeah, fuck a forfeit, I'mma put this fuckin' burn
Through they sternum and some more shit

R2:Time to make moves, shots is ringin', leave
Nobody standin', to see the courtroom and
Start singin'. Clip is almost empty, blood
Drippin' down my chest, I got, two on scope
Tray and Wall take out the rest

[Gunshots]

TL:Yeah, got one

WT:Get outta there, Get outta there...

TL:But I'm not done...

[Gunshot]

TL:Oh shit! I've been shot, son
Hit in the shin, it's hard for a nigga to run
If I'm slowin' up, don't stop see, y'all niggas
Jet without me

R1:Look what this shit created, we almost out
Barely makin' it, bullets sprayed straight
Through Tray's leg, almost amputated it
Me and Fee was hit, half empty clips with
Intent to kill, and until the end, so we ain't
Tryin' to quit, but stakes is high, so yo pie
Get us outta this

WT:Yo, it's obvious, hey I'm tired of this shit
Now y'all niggas hurry up, cuz these
Niggas ain't surrenderin'', leave the
Premises cuz I'm about to blow the building

Bridge Three:
[Gunshots]
[Retalitory Gunshots]
[More Gunshots]
[More Retalitory Gunshots]
[Sounds of pain]
[Large Gunshots]

Verse Four:

R1:Shots heard was the code to detinate and
Take more souls, my crew rock and tell
From the bullets and it goes, once you
Hire Professionals, shit explodes, you
Can tell by the damage that we do it shows
RNF be the clique stand for Real Nigga
Flows, death becomes to all those, who
Pose as foes. When you hire professionals
You know how it goes...

TL:So RNF push the button, send niggas to the
Crossroads

Voice:T minus five
Four
Three
Two
One....

[Explosion]