Текст песни The Professionals (Tracey Lee) с переводом

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

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

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:

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

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…

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

TL: Yeah, got one

WT: Get outta there, Get outta there…

TL: But I’m not done…

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:

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

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