Lyrics Gun Smoke (feat. 42 Dugg) - Blac Youngsta , 42 Dugg

I was raised on
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pussy nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't like we ain't
Been shoot that motherfuckin' fire, nigga
You know what I'm sayin', every nigga that played with me died, pussy

Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pussy
You know we gon' shoot them Glocks
Got off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder shit
That murder shit my profession (gang, gang)
I try keepin' that shit professional but them niggas test me (okay)
That lil promo run you doin' on me, get you left in the desert (promo)
I know blood gon' shoot that fire
'Cause he retarded, he special (brrat)
I know cuz' gon' take some out for
Me quick, why he a professional (facts)
Last nigga shot at me, that shit didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty K
I'm the Godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
Pussy nigga, I'ma stand all over you shit with this dirty drink (brrt)
You know I know where your mammy
Stay, and where your brother stay (bitch)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play
Boy you'll get shot in the face (whew, whoo)
I just dodged my case
Murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' niggas in the city, 'fore I whackin' niggas out of town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (found)
I can't keep up with that pussy, she in lost and found (found)
You found it yet?

He say, can't give a fuck 'bout what they say (gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (bow)
BSI, he a rat, thats what I read (gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (gang)
If they not, swear to God they gon' be dead
I swear to God!
What you finna do?
Watch this

Go 'head and leave some, bitch, this blow me down as you around
She probably need some, bitch, I ain't trippin on no label, bitch
I'm doin' fiend numbers, and I got that green comin'
Everywhere like hot spot
Shoot a nigga dead, I ain't do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet, niggas bang but they don't slang, I'm yellin' free Meech
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, nigga, big fours
I was probably out here slangin' while you was gettin' phones
Got a lame, sent her home, bitch you with the gang now
I don't care who actin' to show, just get my chain now
Left shit the road, the same route
Seventy-five, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (red)
What you need?
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Still on that murder shit (gang, gang)
Depending how good the vibe is, I might murder shit (pew, pew)
I see the opps, I turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (hrrt)
You run up on me, I shoot you down, don't give a fuck who you is (no)
Young nigga, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I'm on that shooter shit
Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (faw)
I'm on that cut throat
South Memphis shit, that shit get you killed (hrr)
How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three niggas thats beneath me thats reachin' for my chips
My cousin died, my nigga died, so I can't slip (so I can't slip)
I told my bitch 'fore she go to bed
Put on that silk (put on that silk)
Can't buy your dope from me in person, I'm gon' ship (I'm gon' ship)
You know this Glock on my hip come with hollow tips (brrt)
Even though I sip, the doctors told me "Do not sip," but I still sip
I bet you this chopper make you flip
You gon' still slip (gang, gang, gang)
Before I met T-Cannon, he was crip, and he still crip
I bust down my AP just like Tip, its a field trip (fuck Youngsta)
He say, can't give a fuck 'bout what they say
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (bow)
PSI, he a rat, that's what I read (gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (gang)
If they not, swear to God they gon' be dead
I swear to God!