Lyrics:
Profession Of Violence

sinner pulls the trigger And the world turns sour (1)Whisper in the wind Locked in silence Profession of violence Whisper on the wind Locked in silence Profession of violence

sinner pulls the trigger And the world turns sour (1)Whisper in the wind Locked in silence Profession of violence Whisper on the wind Locked in silence Profession of violence

the sinner pulls the trigger And the world turns sour (1)Whisper in the wind Locked in silence Profession of violence Whisper on the wind Locked in silence Profession of violence

do to make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis That's cool 'cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers

Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff

laugh to yourself shells, before honor and war I just can't tell I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off, the art of warfare in here Violence is

95-B-64-11 (What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!) When even up north I put niggas to waste So you wanna stop the violence? Get the fuck out

your soul Your boys are now numbers raising the toll You think you're a victim, societies leech Sinned all your existence, white powder you preach Violence

fool to be White and writing raps They thought that I was acting But I was just stacking up my skill being real Feeling how I feel and expressin' how I'm stressin' Now it's my profession