Soulja Slim - Gun Smoke lyrics

[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?