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 - Bald Head Nut » C-Bo - Desperado Outlaws » C-Bo - 357 » C-Bo - Desperado Outlaws » C-Bo - Boo Yow » C-Bo - Til` My Casket Drops » C-Bo - Til My Casket Drops » C-Bo - Real Niggas » C-Bo - Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini » C-Bo - Ghetto Flight » C-Bo - Desperado Outlaws » C-Bo - Death Riderz » C-Bo - As the World Turns » C-Bo - Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini » C-Bo - As the World Turns » C-Bo - The Final Chapter » C-Bo - 187 Dance » C-Bo - Death Riderz » C-Bo - Forever Thuggin » C-Bo - Blocc Movement (Comp.) Рекомендуем скачать: » Дмитрий Матвеев - Походная » Доминик Джокер (Александр Бреславский) ( - Рим Париж » Дмитрий Воронков - В пивной » Дмитрий Воронков - В неизменном классическом стиле... » Дмитрий Дугинов - Золушка » Дмитрий Кожинов - Очи черные... » Дмитрий Кожинов - Возьми меня туда » Демидыч - Помнишь теплый майский вечер? » Дмитрий Воронков - Кающаяся Магдалина » Дарья Клюшникова - Сердце не тронешь » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - Иван иванович умер » Дискотека Авария - Суровый рэп » Другие правила - Другие правила » Дмитрий Воронков - Земля спокойна, словно карта... » Дмитрий Шульпов - В. Четвертакову » Давид Тухманов - Сентиментальная прогулка » Дмитрий Грошев - Три огня (песенка старого гнома о добрых лесных волшебниках) » Днепров Анатолий - Круг друзей » Дмитрий Кимельфельд, Валерий Сергеев - Ответ графини Талалаевской князю Галицкому » Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Муравей
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