357

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 And have Clark Kent thinkin' that he's superman Wit six in the cylinders chambers I'm the cup of courage 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 and end yo' life if you tempt me Playin' Russian Roulette 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 and everything Used by the police, dope dealers an yo' local gang I'm the hardest muthafucka alive, right in front of yo' eyes Kill any man with 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 loyal to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze I kick out so much heat I bring any-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 beef 'Cause after all I'm only a gun, an a gun ain't got no love Remember that when you fill me up with them hollow point slugs [Verse 2] Mr. Tre-five-seven, I send that ass to heaven Quick to murder muthafuckas, 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 and I'll buck When you rollin' with tre-five, fool, whoever steps is suicide I never been a snitch, but if you do some crazy shit You best to have a handkerchief to wipe the finger prints off yo' grip 'Cause if you down I'm down, fool, it ain't no half-steppin' I'm a lethal weapon, just point me in his direction And ain't no tellin' who I'll hit so you niggas better run I'm Mr. Tre-five-seven, that's any kind of Killas gun [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 loyal to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze I kick out so much heat I bring any-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 beef 'Cause after all I'm only a gun, an a gun ain't got no love Remember that when you fill me up with them hollow point slugs [Verse 3] 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 killas Might catch me up under the seat, or ridin' in the lap of yo' dope dealas I'm known to robbin' banks, jewelry 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 'cause you might tempt me to start gunnin' I kill at will, quick to spill guts when I bust An when a habit drops, you muthafuckas 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] 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 loyal to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze I kick out so much heat I bring any-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 beef 'Cause after all I'm only a gun, an a gun ain't got no love Remember that when you fill me up with them hollow point slugs