Gun Smoke

[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 way 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 Glenn Metz and 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 [Hook 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 in, 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 [Hook] [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 for 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-9'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?