Soulja Slim
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didnt 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
Im gonna give it 2 ya raw Im gon tell it like it is
Im 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 fck Gotti
Tha N-O been way bout it fore P told ya
Im a real soulja lets go to war Imma show ya
I dont have a damn conscience about nathan
How ya figure I wont 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 dont fck wit it no more but if I could I would
Cause aint 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, dont wanna see no more jail cells
Is dat gun smoke I smell?
Whats 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 disrespected dats when shit gets hectic
I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up
Once ya end ya fcked, 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
Whys dat? they say uptowns a cut throat area
They same nigga dat killa ya be one of your paul bearers
Dope fiends dont give a lilly fck about nothin
You aint never been thru what Ive been thru
You aint never seen what Ive seen
Street machines datll take off body parts, if you get caught
Slippin in tha dark, by niggas dat bang niggas dat snort
Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms
Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas ferns
Soulja Slim
Out of towners dont want no beef I know
Cause they keep it on tha low, what they gossip about tha N-O
fckin right my citys all dat then some
Small boy from tha south murdered out tha income
Which one fck I might choose tha crowd Imma hit one
Innocent bystanders dont be standin dats how shits done
Where Im 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-90ed blowed a kiss
Picture this I fck wit souljas dat hop outta tha trees
Put pillow cases over their heads damandin kis Gs
At broad daylight, you niggas take life for a joke
Is dat gun smoke, gun smoke?