Gun Smoke
(专辑: 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