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, 
u
Build A Levee lyrics


When I was just a little girl my mamma said to me,
"beware of the devil my child
In the dark rocky places he'll keep
Beware of the devil my child
Beware of his charming ways
You'll fall under an evil spell
Just looking at his beautiful face
You gotta build yourself a levee deep inside"

"don't go wal
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
(That's) Just Not Legal lyrics
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
Oppressor lyrics

You must suffer when you think of meI'm the cause of eternal painYou must suffer when you think of me'cause i have... absolute power !Oppressor, oppressor, oppressorAbsolute power !Oppression, oppressionIs your resolutionYou don't question my willI'm the cause of your existenceGive it a way to the
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)