Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo - 357

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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo - 357 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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 357: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/18980.html Все тексты песен: C-Bo » C-Bo - Ghetto Flight » C-Bo - Dedication » C-Bo - Til My Casket Drops » C-Bo - Money By The Ton » C-Bo - Bald Head Nut » C-Bo - Here We Come, Boy! » C-Bo - Gas Chamber » C-Bo - 4.6 » C-Bo - Dedication » C-Bo - Boo Yow! » C-Bo - Real Niggas » C-Bo - Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini » C-Bo - Gas Chamber » C-Bo - Death Riderz » C-Bo - Blocc Movement (Comp.) » C-Bo - Desperado Outlaws » C-Bo - Forever Thuggin » C-Bo - No Pain No Gain » C-Bo - Gas Chamber » C-Bo - Gas Chamber Рекомендуем скачать: » Ночные Снайперы - По волнам твоих слез » Наталья Ветлицкая - Я жду звонка » Николай Шипилов - Поминки в Каменном карьере » Н.Королева - Прощайте, детские мечты » Никитин Сергей - На дороге на заросшей » Ночной патруль - Никому тебя я не отдам » Николай Адаменко - Прошедшее прошло. Не опустились руки... » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Чего мы носим » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Зимние сны молодого человека » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Красные листья » Николай Старченков - Вот и непогодь уже... » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Люди как люди (Межсезонье) » Наташа Королева - Серые глаза » Наговицын Сергей - ПОЛНАЯ ЛУНА » Наталия Некрасова - Гунны » Наташа Полянская (Фабрика звезд 4) - Я теряю контроль » Николай Старченков - Никто не знал, что это было!.. » Наташа Королева - Первый поцелуй » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Запах пива » Не замужем - Кинозвезда
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