Gun Smoke Lyrics
[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 cockin' 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?
Pussy mad and blood clots, Gun
Smoke
(repeat)
[Verse 1: Yung-Ro]
-Shh!, Poof, Nobody
the ghost bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote
this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie!
'cause I ain't the
type to switch homie
Some the real niggaz 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, cocky, 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
..(Bitch!), 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
Cockin' 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 niggaz 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 nigga, 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 bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap,
niggaz can't fuck 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 niggaz 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
niggaz be sayin' what type of man is he
Is the nigga a fraud? nigga let
me see
I know the nigga 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 nigga that gave you a 50 jammin'
street
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal beef
Give a damn if I
loose a couple fans a week
'cause niggaz that's real is gonna stand with
me
Give a damn if I loose a couple friends a week
'cause 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 nigga 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]
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