[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 x2: 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?