(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 n
