Can?t you see that the world has been deceived We?ve been masked by tyranny, Overrun by wealth and greed And the price of life has been down to feed
on me dick, uh The slimmer the nigga the quicker The trigger unloads on your shit 'Cause I be hype when I'm on the set Squeezin' the trigger, then me
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
trigger Oh oh oh I I I I'm just so glad I'm just so glad to be back home, yeah I just got back Been a long long time Wasn't my idea, didn't point the
mistakes, you can learn from Cuz one man fucked up men you shouldn't turn from You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too At the
All] I said how many niggaz are ready to move? "Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9" -- KRS-One Chorus [RBX] One-Time trigger happy, no nigga love One-eighty-seven
die Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure? Trigger, happy RBX to cap ya PUMP PUMP, and I can't wait to bust a round PUMP PUMP, my hollow point smacks
wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight Point blank
't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus points
down How do you feel punk nigga Im standing over you with my finger on the trigga Figure that you crazy you jump up and get smoke like an joint And half dead will straight prove his point
Rainy days blew me away, so I drank the 4 everyday Matter fact it was a murder present One-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven (
streets I'm World War three'ing, bustin at niggas like niggas Korean Me and my niggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo) I represent the shell shocked niggas, point
he's internally bleedin Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin So he robs again but this time he all smoked out He put his finger on the trigger
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season look at the picture that's painted Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point where Sodomites
nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker! Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee... Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven
Petey) Real definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty You really fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga Always lookin at me like your trigger finger
Got the kinda money most niggaz ain't seen Most niggaz never pushed that machine With 350 plus of pure horse power And the fact that I push pure powder To the point
Bloody murder, a violent scene of death A bullet in the back of the head Lethal shot, point-blank combat Another life comes to an end Executed, a hole