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Текст песни C-Bo - 357

C-Bo - 357 слова песни

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,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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