Soulja Slim Gunsmoke
nigga u can expect, nuthn but war shit,
when dat nigga soulja slim, runs it,
nigga my heart beat slow, n pump blood,
sojas been around way b4 dey had thugs,
ima give it to ya raw n tell it how it is,
im still n da battlefield, n i been real 4 years,
i stepped on bullet shells and crossed over dead bodies,
looked up to niggas like glen mets n skully(sam) so f..ck gotti,
da n.o. been way bout it, b4 P(master) told ya,
im a real soja lets go to war n ima sho ya,
i dont have a damn conscience about nathan,
how ya figure, i wont cut ya throat n leave ya shakin,
down south money makin, is all a nigga kno,
niggas i use to run wit, still like to snort coke,
lay it down let da gram go aroun, yea yall get full,
me i dont f..ck wit it nomo, but if i could i would,
cuz aint nuthn like dat boot up nigga, suit up nigga,
lets go n get em i got sum niggas i want shoot up nigga,
na i get high, off stacking my mail,
dodgin back of town dont want c nomo jail cells.
chorusx2 is dat, gunsmoke i smell, was dat nigga, lying or dead, from bullets n shells, is my city really living hell, do i?, gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat i dwells?
nigga my mind is made to be respected,
when ya disrespect it, dats when shit get hectic,
i flex wit automatics dat'll bend u up,
once ya in ya f..cked better have ur shit clutched,
i take nuts, n have em for, souvernoirs,
brains bust but so does guts, when shit get real,
blood spilled, on da curb, of dat 3rd,
kill da connect his head deserve it, magnolia nigga words,
y is dat, dey say uptowns a cut throat area,
da same nigga dat kill ya be one of ya pallbearers,
dope fiends dont give a lully f..ck bout nuthn,
u aint never been thru wat i been thru,
u aint never seen wat i seen,
street machines, dat'll take off body parts, if u get caught, slippin n da dark, by niggas dat bang n niggas dat snort,
play smart, if u want live life on light terms,
cuz niggas get 3rd degree burns behind jingles n perms.