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(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 Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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