Gun Smoke lyrics

[Soulja Slim]

A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn`t know bitch ass nigga



Nigga you could expect nothin` but war shit

When dat nigga Soulja Slim runs it

Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood

Souljas been around wit before they had thugs

I`m gonna give it 2 ya raw I`m gon` tell it like it is

I`m still in tha battlefield & I been real for years

I stepped on bullets shells & crossed over dead bodies

I looked up to niggas like Glen Master Skully so fuck Gotti

Tha N-O been way bout it `fore P told ya

I`m a real soulja lets go to war & I`mma show ya

I don`t have a damn conscience about nathan

How ya figure I won`t cut your throat & leave ya shakin`

Down south money makin` dats all a nigga know

Niggas I used to run wit still like to snort coke

Lay it down, let tha gram go around, yeah yall get full

Me i don`t fuck wit it no more but if I could I would

Cause ain`t nothin` like dat boot up nigga, suit up nigga

Lets go & get `em, I got some niggas I wanna shoot up nigga

Now I get high off stackin` my mail

Dodgin` back uptown, don`t wanna see no more jail cells



[Chorus 2X: Soulja Slim]

Is dat gun smoke I smell?

What`s dat? niggas lying dead on bullets & shells

Is my city really livin` hell?

Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?



[Soulja Slim]

Nigga my mind is made to be respected

When you get disrespected dats when shit gets hectic

I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up

Once ya end ya fucked, better have ya shit clutched

I take nuts & have `em for souvneirs

Brains bust & so does guts when shit gets real

Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd

Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words

Why`s dat? they say uptown`s a cut throat area

They same nigga dat killa ya be one of your paul bearers

Dope fiends don`t give a lilly fuck about nothin`

You ain`t never been thru what I`ve been thru

You ain`t never seen what Ive seen

Street machines dat`ll take off body parts, if you get caught

Slippin` in tha dark, by niggas dat bang & by niggas dat snort

Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms

Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas & ferns



[Chorus]



[Soulja Slim]

Out of towners don`t want no beef & I know

Cause they keep it on tha low, what they gots about tha N-O

Fuckin` right my city`s all dat & then some

Small boy from tha south murdered out tha income

Which one fuck I might choose tha crowd I`mma hit one

Innocent bystanders don`t be standin` dats how shits done

Where I`m from? New Orleans tha killa capital

On Washington Avenue hustlers a hassle you & jack you too

You at your own risk walkin` up 6th

Tha last nigga got mac-90`ed & blowed a kiss

Picture this I fuck wit souljas dat hop outta tha trees

Put pillow cases over their heads damandin` ki`s & G`s

At broad daylight, you niggas take life for a joke

Is dat gun smoke, gun smoke?
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