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, 
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Kiss Kiss lyrics

Mwah!

When you look at me tell me what do you see 
This is what you get it's the way I am 
When I look at you I wannabe I wannabe
Somewhere close to heaven with Neanderthal man
Don't go, I know you want to touch me
Here there and everywhere 
Sparks fly when we are together 
You can't deny the facts of li
sed 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,
qu
Guilty Deafness lyrics


You look like you've got something to sayIt must be bad if you've come all this wayBut I don't wanna hear it I've got guilty deafnessI couldn't take all that from youThe last time you came here you left me breathlessI couldn't take much more of youYou look like you've found something thats bigThe kin
ick 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 downe
Wait For The Sun lyrics

I'm just a boy who makes mistakes.
Sometimes I feel like kicking my own rump.
Have no money, but big dreams.
Fight my way and wait for the sun.

Yes I still believe! Wait for the sun...

Don't make light of me. Don't make light of me.
I win by all means. I shall never give up.
Draw my chin, in a fighting 
st 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)