It's A 3 Fifty 7 Testo

(Footsteps heard) (Door creaks open) ❝ 5 seconds in total
Ugh! What? Is it time already? Quick shit you know❦
Verse One
Double security is needed, barred up windows
Neighbours, complaining telling to out indo-s
Dogs put on guard, trained and guaranteed to be hard
Enter you end with yourself in Dudley Rd. ward
Doors board, nobody can be trusted at this moment
And the rules say, concentrate on your opponent
Don't necessarily, go and kill, shoot your way
Innocents getting sprayed, hit men getting paid
Clocks are ticking, time delayed anyway
I don't know some how, all you niggas will pay
Street corners are dark, all is seen are sparks
For my head, while looking upon the stars
No more riots, shit is quiet until something happens
Involved are more jacking! Police raids, people on bail
From jail, while getting out, have to tell a tail
You must succeed, if you suddenly fail
Before a 357 came, everything was well in the game
Bitches aren't the same still I feel the pain
Surviving through my turf, what is it now worth?
More people moved out, to another part of the Earth
Or the suburbs, outer city, where it less rains
But still blood from another victim still remains
We can all see, what the community has done
More niggas opportunity's is to purchase a gun
Then run, from all our feds, fucked up dead
Suddenly later, with either marks through the head
Or the chest, cos your life was put on jeopardy
Only my area, will be the death of me❦
3 Fifty 7 (D.K ❝ 357 to the skies)
3 Fifty 7 (D.K ❝ 357 to the skies)
(Keep repeating while N.J talks)
You better know! You better see! You better read! Cos this is worldwide, every community and city❦ (Get money)
Surrounding everywhere! The cases, the chases, the papers, and release dates! You gets me bloods?
Verse Two
Not just odd numbers followed in a simple line
Recognising the pattern, adding two all the time
This isn't a 357 but a three fifty, up to the skies
I dunno how most of you niggas can say all lies
Hear my favourite, my niggas nod and hum along
All the Scully smoke's just got to my lungs
Snitches blabbing with tongues, kids with guns
Looking at the sun, we've got our reputations
Kids still wanna play on their 2nd Playstation-s
With our own black nation, we could be free
Don't you all see, what I write is like published poetry
And I better hurry, before someone causes corruption
With money and me, we don't need any introduction
Neighbourhood drama still goes on, seems like long
But it could be forever, I could probably be wrong
Gangsters don't have to dress in suits, could be armed
That's why we see the bandages on our arms
Life on track, up to the clouds for whenever I eject
The key to my streets is, the love and the respect
With dirty mother fuckers what do you hoes expect?
Your plans torn to bits, it just gets you niggas vex
Before my mind was on sex, just getting things
And is it all about getting the bracelet or rings?
But my path changed, a new tree being grown
Yo most of us can't ever make it on our own
That's why we have our folks, or maybe one
I've seen how a nigga, can leave the baby's mom
357, I rest my case, this is how you want it
At least I can buss 50, without getting a warrant
Immigrants still moving, thugs still be even shooting
Gets all our attention and gets us niggas all looking
Life you may wanna dream, cos things occur fast
We're making history in the present, not in the past
3 Fifty 7❦
3 Fifty 7❦