[Soulja Slim]
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A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know bitch ass nigga
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Nigga you could expect nothin' but war shit
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When dat nigga Soulja Slim runs it
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Nigga my heart beat slow & pump blood
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Souljas been around wit before they had thugs
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I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
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I'm still in tha battlefield & I been real for years
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I stepped on bullets shells & crossed over dead bodies
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I looked up to niggas like Glen Master Skully so fuck Gotti
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Tha N-O been way bout it 'fore P told ya
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I'm a real soulja lets go to war & I'mma show ya
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I don't have a damn conscience about nathan
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How ya figure I won't cut your throat & leave ya shakin'
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Down south money makin' dats all a nigga know
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Niggas I used to run wit still like to snort coke
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Lay it down, let tha gram go around, yeah yall get full
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Me i don't fuck wit it no more but if I could I would
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Cause ain't nothin' like dat boot up nigga, suit up nigga
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Lets go & get 'em, I got some niggas I wanna shoot up nigga
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Now I get high off stackin' my mail
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Dodgin' back uptown, don't wanna see no more jail cells
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[Chorus x2: Soulja Slim]
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Is dat gun smoke I smell?
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What's dat? niggas lying dead on bullets & shells
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Is my city really livin' hell?
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Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?
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[Soulja Slim]
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Nigga my mind is made to be respected
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When you get disrespected dats when shit gets hectic
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I flex wit automatics dat will bang ya up
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Once ya end ya fucked, better have ya shit clutched
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I take nuts & have 'em for souvneirs
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Brains bust & so does guts when shit gets real
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Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
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Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
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Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut throat area
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They same nigga dat killa ya be one of your paul bearers
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Dope fiends don't give a lilly fuck about nothin'
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You ain't never been thru what I've been thru
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You ain't never seen what Ive seen
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Street machines dat'll take off body parts, if you get caught
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Slippin' in tha dark, by niggas dat bang & by niggas dat snort
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Play it smart if you wanna live life on life terms
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Cause niggas get third degree burns behind jiggas & ferns
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[Chorus]
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[Soulja Slim]
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Out of towners don't want no beef & I know
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Cause they keep it on tha low, what they gots about tha N-O
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Fuckin' right my city's all dat & then some
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Small boy from tha south murdered out tha income
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Which one fuck I might choose tha crowd I'mma hit one
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Innocent bystanders don't be standin' dats how shits done
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Where I'm from? New Orleans tha killa capital
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On Washington Avenue hustlers a hassle you & jack you too
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You at your own risk walkin' up 6th
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Tha last nigga got mac-90'ed & blowed a kiss
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Picture this I fuck wit souljas dat hop outta tha trees
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Put pillow cases over their heads damandin' ki's & G's
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At broad daylight, you niggas take life for a joke
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Is dat gun smoke, gun smoke?
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Gun Smoke
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Soulja Slim |