Gun Smoke

(albüm: Mixtape Messiah - 2004)

[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 cocking it back and me gun go
Booyakaa-Booyakaa leave you laying 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 Changing Click homie!
Cuz 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 shooting
So if you hating, you better be expecting some fire
From Nobody the Ghost, and the Mixtape Messiah
So what you saying slick, say it to my face
It's on the tip of my tongue, and I'm getting 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 repping (Houston)
Color Changing Click, we hot, ain't playing mayne
Cocking back I'm spraying man, I'm-I'm just saying 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 complaining, singing sad songs get up and hustle
Get ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothing
No love, no patience, no cash, hold up, just nothing
In they face screaming get money nigga, because I'm true to it
And it's nothing let you tell it, it's something you new to it
And I'ma keep making 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 thinking that they could have my streets
I'm waving my weaponary at a random sweep
Anybody that want it, can get a can of beef
Why you kissing and telling my lil spanish freak
she kissing and telling me how the bang it sleep
If it's someone else it's playing it's weak
It's a problem who gonna go handle it (it's me)
Real niggaz be saying 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 making 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 jamming street
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal beef
Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a week
Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna stand with me
Give a damn if I loose a couple friends a week
Cuz I ride to the end, and it'll end with me
And some pretend to be, friends but they just faking the feeling
You know he fake, and you faking it with him
And the nigga be thinking his faking is hitting
Who the hell is making this nigging
feel like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't never gon' have to be
dealing with the uh Majesty
Chamillionaire yeah, I'm making a living
You faking a living, 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