Chords for 357

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My first name is Smith, my last [D] name is Wesson, but in your hood I'm known as [Dm] 357.
Have your neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man, in half [E] Clark Kent, thinking that he's Superman.
With six in the cylinder's chamber, [Dm] I'm the cup of curse that got you feeling [A] like the ultimate banger.
But [Dm] some fools misuse my abilities, doing [E] drive-by, shooting everything they see.
I'm quick to cap it in your life if you tempt me, playing Russian [A] roulette but is the cylinder empty?
Fully [Dm] loaded fool, you shouldn't have been tripping, [E] thinking you wouldn't be holding your hand in your hands to keep your brain from tripping.
I'm a lethal weapon, registered in [Dm] everything.
Used by the police, dope [A] dealers, and your local gang.
I'm the hardest [Dm] motherfucker alive, right in front of your eyes, killing me [E] man with the quickness.
Now who the fuck am I?
I'm Mr.
357, with the pillar cap, [A] I'm your friend to the end.
[G] You know I got your back, I'm loyal to [Dm] every crick of fingers so every time you squeeze, I take out [E] so much heat I bring any man to his knees.
I'm Mr.
357, fool you know me, I'm the reason why [A] your punk hands got locked up for that [D] murder beat.
Cause after all I'm [Dm] only a gun, and a gun ain't got no love.
Remember [E] that when you fill me up with the minor points, love.
Mr.
357, a sin that's that's to heaven.
Quick to murder motherfuckers and [A] quick to pull two 11's.
I turn a [Dm] big bad nigga into a comedy line and if he's thinking [E] about jacking, fool I keep his ass from trying.
See I don't give a fuck, put a trigger [Dm] and I fuck.
We rollin' with 35, [A] whoever steps to suicide.
I never [Dm] been a snitch, but if you do some crazy shit, you best to have a [E] handkerchief to wipe the fingerprints off your grip.
Cause if you down, I'm down, fool.
It ain't no half [Dm] stepping, I'm a lethal weapon.
[Cm] Just point me in his direction, and ain't no [Dm] telling who I hit so you niggas better run.
[E] I'm Mr.
357, that any kind of killer's gun.
Mr.
357, with the pillar cap, I'm your friend to the end.
[G] You know I got your back, I'm loyal to [Dm] every crick of fingers so every time you squeeze, I take [E] out so much heat I bring any man to his knees.
I'm Mr.
357, fool you [Dm] know me.
I'm the reason why your punk ass got locked up for that murder.
Cause after all I'm only a gun, and a gun ain't got no love.
Remember [E] that when you feel me up at the amount of points lost.
No one can hang off the downest on this earth.
No regrets, no sorrows, [C] no remorse when I'm first.
I hang on the [Dm] side of your past, forcing the waste of your neighborhood killers.
Might catch me [E] up under the seat, or riding in the lap of your dope dealers.
I'm known to rob banks, jewelry stores, [Dm] and 7-11's.
Some use me for protection and some use me for 1-8-7's.
It's best to [Dm] call the police if you think you see me coming.
But whatever you [E] do don't run cause you might get me to start gunning.
I kill at will, but there's still guts when I bust.
And when I have a drop, you motherfuckers can't touch.
More deadly than a pit bull when you locked up in my sight.
So stay [E] up out of my pathway and be wary cause I bite.
I'm Mr.
357, with the pillar cap, I'm your friend to the [A] end.
You know I got your back, I'm loyal [Dm] to every crick of fingers so every time you squeeze, I take [E] out so much heat I bring any man to his knees.
I'm Mr.
357, fool you know me, I'm the reason [Dm] why your punk ass got locked up for that murder.
Cause after all [Dm] I'm only a gun, and a gun ain't got no [E] love.
Remember that when you fill me up with them all the punch.
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