The Professionals

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Tracey Lee

Tracey Lee (born 22 October 1970) is an American rapper and Lawyer. He became known in 1997 when his single "The Theme (It's Party Time)" had some commercial success. His debut album Many Facez followed on March 25, 1997. Tracey Lee also recorded the track, "Keep Your Hands High", in which he collaborated with The Notorious B.I.G.. Tracey Lee Also made a Guest Appearance on Changing Faces "Goin' Nowhere" song from album "All Day, All Night. more »


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1997
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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 niggaz, 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 

f*ck 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 

niggaz in the hall droppin'. Around the corner 

more niggaz 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 niggaz 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', f*ck the 

second guessin'. Merely suggestin', the we 

leave these niggaz 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, f*ck a forfeit, I'ma 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 niggaz 

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 niggaz hurry up, 'cause these 

niggaz ain't surrenderin'', leave the 

premises 'cause 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 niggaz to the 

crossroads. 



Voice:T minus five 

four 

three 

two 

one.... 



[Explosion]

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