[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 2X: 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 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 & 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 gossip 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?    these lyrics are submitted by BLACK