357 Song Lyrics

C-Bo

C-Bo 'Til My Casket Drops cover art
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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,

Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Ride 'til We Die
  • 2 Deadly Game
  • 3 Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini
  • 4 Money by the Ton
  • 5 40 & C-BO
  • 6 Hard Labor
  • 7 Raised in Hell
  • 8 Can We All Ball
  • 9 Desparado Outlaws
  • 10 Ral Niggas
  • 11 Professional Ballers
  • 12 Big Gangsta
  • 13 All I Ever Wanted
  • 14 Boo Yow!
  • 15 No Pain No Gain
  • 16 Till My Casket Drops
  • 17 357


  • credits


    album: Track 17 in album 'Til My Casket Drops
    release date: 1998-2-24
    popularity : 74 users have visited this page.
    genres: Hip Hop
    styles: Gangsta
    length: 4:05

    Album Information

    label: AWOL Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 724384549626
    script: Latin