C-Bo - 357 Lyrics

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Verse 1 (c bo)

My first name is smith my last name is wesson

But in yo hood i'm known as 357

Have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man

An have clark kent thinkin that he's superman

Wit six in the cylinders chambers i'm the cup of curs that got ya

Feelin like the ultimate banger

But some fools misuse my abilities doin drive by shootin everything

They see

I'm quick to cap it in yo life if you tempt me

Playin russian ruelet but is the cylinder empty

Fully loaded fool you shouldn't have been trippin

Then you wouldn't be holdin yo head in yo hands to keep yo brains from

Drippin

I'm a lethal weapon registered in everythang

Used by the police dope dealers an yo local gang

I'm the hardest mutha fucka alive right in front of yo eyes kill any

Man wit the quickness now who the fuck am i?

(chorus)

I'm mr. tre-five-seven quick to peel a cap

I'm yo friend to the end you know i got yo back

I'm known to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze

I'm kick out so much heat i'm bringin he-man to his knees

I'm mr. tre-five-seven fool you know me

I'm the reason why yo punk ass got locked up for that murder bee

Cuz after all i'm only a gun an a gun ain't got no love

Remember that when you fill me up wit them hollow point slugs.

Verse 2-(c-bo)

Mr. tre-five-seven i send that ass to heaven

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Quick to murder mutha fuckaz an quick to pull 211's

I turn a big bad nigga into a cowardly lion

An if he's thinkin about jackin boy i'll keep his ass from tryin

See i don't give a fuck pull the trigga an i'll buck

When you rollin wit tre-five fool whoever steps is suicide

I never been a snitch but if you do some crazy shit

You besta have a hankerchief to wipe the finger prints off yo grip

Cuz if you down i'm down fool it ain't no half-steppin

I'm a leathal weapon juss point me in his direction

An ain't no tellin who i'll hit so you niggaz better run

I'm mr. tre-five-seven that's any kind of killaz gun.

(chorus)

Verse 3-(c-bo)

No one can hang i'm the downest on this earth

No regrets no sorrows no remorse when i burst

I hang on the side of your task force an the waist of yo neighborhood

Killaz

Might catch me up under the seat or ridin in the lap of yo dope

Dealaz

I'm known to robbin banks jewlery stores an 7-11's

Some use me for protection an some use me for 1-8-7's

It's best to call the police if you think you see me comin

But whatever you don't run cuz you might tempt me to start gunnin

I kill at will quick to spill guts when i bust

An when a habit drops you mutha fuckaz can't touch

Mo deadlier than a pitbull when you locked up in my sight

So stay up outta my path an beware because i bite.

(chorus)

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