[Soulja Slim]
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know b**h a** n***a
n***a you could expect nothin' but war sh**
When dat n***a Soulja Slim runs it
n***a 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 n***as like Glen Master Skully so f** 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 n***a know
n***as 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 f** wit it no more but if I could I would
Cause ain't nothin' like dat boot up n***a, suit up n***a
Lets go & get 'em, I got some n***as I wanna shoot up n***a
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? n***as lying dead on bullets & shells
Is my city really livin' hell?
Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?
[Soulja Slim]
n***a my mind is made to be respected
When you get disrespected dats when sh** gets hectic
I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up
Once ya end ya f**ed, better have ya sh** clutched
I take nuts & have 'em for souvneirs
Brains bust & so does guts when sh** gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
k**a connection train to serv, Magnolia n***as words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut throat area
They same n***a dat k**a ya be one of your paul bearers
Dope fiends don't give a lilly f** 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 n***as dat bang & by n***as dat snort
Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms
Cause n***as 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
f**in' right my city's all dat & then some
Small boy from tha south murdered out tha income
Which one f** I might choose tha crowd I'mma hit one
Innocent bystanders don't be standin' dats how sh**s done
Where I'm from? New Orleans tha k**a capital
On Washington Avenue hustlers a ha**le you & jack you too
You at your own risk walkin' up 6th
Tha last n***a got mac-90'ed & blowed a kiss
Picture this I f** wit souljas dat hop outta tha trees
Put pillow cases over their heads damandin' ki's & G's
At broad daylight, you n***as take life for a joke
Is dat gun smoke, gun smoke?