[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?
