[Yung-Ro: Intro]
1 and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)
And a 1, and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)

And a 1, 2, 3 (Nobody!)
And a 1 and 2 and a 3! (Nobody!)
[Bridge ]

What ya mean? (Put ya mug on)
What you mean? (Put ya mug on)
What you mean? (Put ya mug on)

What you mean? (Put ya mug on)
..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)
..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)

[Chorus]
Gun Smoke, when you hear me @@#!in' it back and me gun go
Booyakaa-Booyakaa leave you layin' on the floor, Yeah

Buck-Buck-Buck shots, come come now what you mean?
#~!!@ mad and blood clots, Gun Smoke
(repeat)

[Verse 1: Yung-Ro]
-Shh!, Poof, Nobody the ghost (*##$
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this

Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie!
Cuz I ain't the type to switch homie
Some the real ^!$$%z never pick phonies

To roll with me, I ride 1 deep
Solo with a glock next to me
So many brothers wanna plex with me

And I'ma show em' all who's next to see
Peek-A-Boo, there's gun-smoke (Gunshots)
That's how my gun go, shots out to that Po-Yo

on the block like Rasaq on the mash for dough
And I'ma fly, @@#!y, ignorant dude
You don't wanna see me in a ignorant mood

Just trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast your pivot move
..((*##$!), that's how I plex, execute em'

With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you better be expectin' some fire
From Nobody the Ghost, and the Mixtape Messiah

So what you sayin' slick, say it to my face
It's on the tip of my tongue, and I'm gettin' tired of it's taste
Hey!, that's not for you son, let me give you the truth son

You not the truth son, we the realest reppin' (Houston)
Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin' mayne
@@#!in' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm-I'm just sayin' mayne

What I gotta do to help you kids understand
Love Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a man
I'ma inspiration in the hood for ^!$$%z that struggle

Quit complainin', singin' sad songs get up and hustle
Get ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'
No love, no patience, no cash, hold up, just nothin'

In they face screamin' get money ^!$$%, because I'm true to it
And it's nothin' let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it
And I'ma keep makin' you (*##$ ^!$$%z mad at me

Say Koopa, $#&@ rap, ^!$$%z can't $#&@ with my mentality
[Cham: Hahaha, yeah]
[Ro: G'yeah]

[Cham: Yeah, yeah]
[Ro: Nobody the Ghost man]
[Cham: Sho']

[Ro: Uh-Uh, yeah]
[Cham: It's Koopa]
[Ro: It's that Mixtape, M-Mixtape, M-Mixtape Messiah]

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle weak
ass ^!$$%z who thinkin' that they could have my streets

I'm wavin' my weaponary at a random sweep
Anybody that want it, can get a can of beef
Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil spanish freak

she kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it sleep
If it's someone else it's playin' it's weak
It's a problem who gonna go handle it (it's me)

Real ^!$$%z be sayin' what type of man is he
Is the ^!$$% a fraud? ^!$$% let me see
I know the ^!$$% a lesser man then me

If he said to them instead of me
You makin' some noise, it don't jam to me
So the game is currently gon' depend on me
I'm the ^!$$% that gave you a 50 jammin' street
If I bomb on the ^!$$%, I'ma fantal beef

Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a week
Cuz ^!$$%z that's real is gonna stand with me
Give a damn if I loose a couple friends a week
Cuz I ride to the end, and it'll end with me
And some pretend to be, friends but they just fakin' the feeling

You know he fake, and you fakin' it with him
And the ^!$$% be thinkin' his fakin' is hittin'
Who the hell is makin' this niggin'
feel like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't never gon' have to be

dealin' with the uh Majesty
Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a livin'
You fakin' a livin', and I don't give a damn who's house you in
I bring the roof down like it's weights in the ceiling
[Cham: Haha, yeah]

[Ro: Yeah]
[Cham: Chamillitary man!, respect the name, respect the game, respect yeah already]