Soulja Slim Gun Smoke Lyrics

[Soulja Slim]
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know b____ a__ n____

n____ you could expect nothin' but war s___
When dat n____ Soulja Slim runs it
n____ 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____s 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 d___ conscience about nathan
How ya figure I won't cut your throat & leave ya shakin'
Down south money makin' dats all a n____ know
n____s I used to run wit still like to snort c__e
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____, suit up n____
Lets go & get 'em, I got some n____s I wanna shoot up n____
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____s lying dead on bullets & shells
Is my city really livin' hell?
Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?

[Soulja Slim]
n____ my mind is made to be respected
When you get disrespected dats when s___ gets hectic
I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up
Once ya end ya f___ed, better have ya s___ clutched
I take nuts & have 'em for souvneirs
Brains bust & so does guts when s___ gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia n____s words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut throat area
They same n____ dat killa 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____s dat bang & by n____s dat snort
Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms
Cause n____s 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 s___s 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 n____ 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____s take life for a joke
Is dat gun smoke, gun smoke?