357 (Explicit)

357 (Explicit) - 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 d**e dealers an yo local gang

I'm the hardest mutha f**ka alive

Right in front of yo eyes kill any

Man wit the quickness now who the f**k am I

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 a** 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

Mr tre five seven I send that a** to heaven

Quick to murder mutha f**kaz

An quick to pull 211's

I turn a big bad ni**a into a cowardly lion

An if he's thinkin about jackin

Boy I'll keep his a** from tryin

See I don't give a f**k

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 sh*t

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

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 a** 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

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 d**e dealaz

I'm known to robbin banks

Jewlery stores an 711's

Some use me for protection an some use me for 187'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 f**kaz 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

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 a** 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