Lirik Lagu It's A 3 Fifty 7 - N.J.C.
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(Footsteps heard) (Door creaks open) – 5 seconds in total
Ugh! What? Is it time already? Quick shit you know…
Verse OneDouble security is needed, barred up windowsNeighbours, complaining telling to out indo-sDogs put on guard, trained and guaranteed to be hardEnter you end with yourself in Dudley Rd. wardDoors board, nobody can be trusted at this momentAnd the rules say, concentrate on your opponentDon't necessarily, go and kill, shoot your wayInnocents getting sprayed, hit men getting paidClocks are ticking, time delayed anywayI don't know some how, all you niggas will payStreet corners are dark, all is seen are sparksFor my head, while looking upon the starsNo more riots, shit is quiet until something happensInvolved are more jacking! Police raids, people on bailFrom jail, while getting out, have to tell a tailYou must succeed, if you suddenly failBefore a 357 came, everything was well in the gameBitches aren't the same still I feel the painSurviving through my turf, what is it now worth?More people moved out, to another part of the EarthOr the suburbs, outer city, where it less rainsBut still blood from another victim still remainsWe can all see, what the community has doneMore niggas opportunity's is to purchase a gunThen run, from all our feds, fucked up deadSuddenly later, with either marks through the headOr the chest, cos your life was put on jeopardyOnly 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 TwoNot just odd numbers followed in a simple lineRecognising the pattern, adding two all the timeThis isn't a 357 but a three fifty, up to the skiesI dunno how most of you n
Ugh! What? Is it time already? Quick shit you know…
Verse OneDouble security is needed, barred up windowsNeighbours, complaining telling to out indo-sDogs put on guard, trained and guaranteed to be hardEnter you end with yourself in Dudley Rd. wardDoors board, nobody can be trusted at this momentAnd the rules say, concentrate on your opponentDon't necessarily, go and kill, shoot your wayInnocents getting sprayed, hit men getting paidClocks are ticking, time delayed anywayI don't know some how, all you niggas will payStreet corners are dark, all is seen are sparksFor my head, while looking upon the starsNo more riots, shit is quiet until something happensInvolved are more jacking! Police raids, people on bailFrom jail, while getting out, have to tell a tailYou must succeed, if you suddenly failBefore a 357 came, everything was well in the gameBitches aren't the same still I feel the painSurviving through my turf, what is it now worth?More people moved out, to another part of the EarthOr the suburbs, outer city, where it less rainsBut still blood from another victim still remainsWe can all see, what the community has doneMore niggas opportunity's is to purchase a gunThen run, from all our feds, fucked up deadSuddenly later, with either marks through the headOr the chest, cos your life was put on jeopardyOnly 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 TwoNot just odd numbers followed in a simple lineRecognising the pattern, adding two all the timeThis isn't a 357 but a three fifty, up to the skiesI dunno how most of you n
