[Soulja Slim]
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know (*##$ $$# ^!$$%


^!$$% you could expect nothin' but war %#@!
When dat ^!$$% Soulja Slim runs it
^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s like Glen Master Skully so $#&@ 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 ^!$$% know
^!$$%s I used to run wit still like to snort !@%!e
Lay it down, let tha gram go around, yeah yall get full

Me i don't $#&@ wit it no more but if I could I would
Cause ain't nothin' like dat boot up ^!$$%, suit up ^!$$%
Lets go & get 'em, I got some ^!$$%s I wanna shoot up ^!$$%

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? ^!$$%s lying dead on bullets & shells

Is my city really livin' hell?
Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?


[Soulja Slim]
^!$$% my mind is made to be respected
When you disrespected dats when %#@! gets hectic

I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up
Once ya end ya $#&@ed, better have ya %#@! clutched
I take nuts & have 'em for souvneirs

Brains bust & so does guts when %#@! gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia ^!$$%s words

Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut throat area
They same ^!$$% dat killa ya be one of your paul bearers
Dope fiends don't give a lilly $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s dat bang & ^!$$%s dat snort
Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms
Cause ^!$$%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 gossip about tha N-O

$#&@in' right my city's all dat & then some
Small boy from tha south murdered out tha income
Which one $#&@ I might choose tha crowd I'mma hit one

Innocent bystanders don't be standin' dats how %#@!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 ^!$$% got mac-90'ed & blowed a kiss
Picture this I $#&@ wit souljas dat hop outta tha trees

Put pillow cases over their heads damandin' ki's & G's
At broad daylight, you ^!$$%s take life for a joke
Is dat gun smoke, gun smoke?