CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gun Smoke
I was raised on the 6
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pu**y n***a, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't, like we ain't been shoot that motherf**kin' fire, n***a
You know what I'm sayin', every n***a that played with me died, pu**y
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pu**y, you know we gon' shoot them Glocks, [?] off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder sh*t, that murder sh*t my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin' that sh*t professional but them n***as 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 retardеd, he special (Brrat)
I know Cuz gon' take somе out for me quick, why he a professional? (Facts)
Last n***a shot at me, that sh*t didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty case
I'm the Godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
Pu**y n***a, I'ma stand all over your sh*t with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mamy stay, and where your brother stay (B*t*h)
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, woo)
I just dodged my case, murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' n***as in the city 'fore I whackin' n***as outtq town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can't keep up with that pu**y, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?
He say, can't give a f**k 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that b*t*h while he on red (Bow)
BSI, 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, what you finna do? (Watch this)
Go 'head and leave some, b*t*h, just blow me down
If you around, she probably need some, b*t*h, I ain't trippin on no label, b*t*h
I'm doin' fiend numbers, and I got that green comin' everywhere like hotspot
Shoot a n***a dead in his sh*t, don’t do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live, free Skeet
N***as bang, but they don't slang, I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, n***a, big 4's
I was probably out here slangin' while you was gettin' phones
Got the head, sent her home, b*t*h, you with the gang now
I don't care who at the show, still got my chain out
Let’s hit the road, the same route, 75, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red), what you need?
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Still on that murder sh*t (Gang, gang)
Depending how good the vibe is, I might murder sh*t (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 f**k who you is (No)
Young n***a, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I'm on that shooter sh*t
Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Faw)
I'm on that cut throat, South Memphis sh*t, that sh*t get you killed (Hrr)
How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three n***as thats beneath me thats reachin' for my chips
My cousin died, my n***a died, so I can't slip (So I can't slip)
I told my b*t*h '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 (F**k Youngsta)
He say, can't give a f**k 'bout what they say
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that b*t*h while he on red (Bow)
PSI, 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
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pu**y n***a, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't, like we ain't been shoot that motherf**kin' fire, n***a
You know what I'm sayin', every n***a that played with me died, pu**y
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pu**y, you know we gon' shoot them Glocks, [?] off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder sh*t, that murder sh*t my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin' that sh*t professional but them n***as 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 retardеd, he special (Brrat)
I know Cuz gon' take somе out for me quick, why he a professional? (Facts)
Last n***a shot at me, that sh*t didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty case
I'm the Godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
Pu**y n***a, I'ma stand all over your sh*t with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mamy stay, and where your brother stay (B*t*h)
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, woo)
I just dodged my case, murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' n***as in the city 'fore I whackin' n***as outtq town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can't keep up with that pu**y, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?
He say, can't give a f**k 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that b*t*h while he on red (Bow)
BSI, 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, what you finna do? (Watch this)
Go 'head and leave some, b*t*h, just blow me down
If you around, she probably need some, b*t*h, I ain't trippin on no label, b*t*h
I'm doin' fiend numbers, and I got that green comin' everywhere like hotspot
Shoot a n***a dead in his sh*t, don’t do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live, free Skeet
N***as bang, but they don't slang, I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, n***a, big 4's
I was probably out here slangin' while you was gettin' phones
Got the head, sent her home, b*t*h, you with the gang now
I don't care who at the show, still got my chain out
Let’s hit the road, the same route, 75, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red), what you need?
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Still on that murder sh*t (Gang, gang)
Depending how good the vibe is, I might murder sh*t (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 f**k who you is (No)
Young n***a, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I'm on that shooter sh*t
Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Faw)
I'm on that cut throat, South Memphis sh*t, that sh*t get you killed (Hrr)
How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three n***as thats beneath me thats reachin' for my chips
My cousin died, my n***a died, so I can't slip (So I can't slip)
I told my b*t*h '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 (F**k Youngsta)
He say, can't give a f**k 'bout what they say
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that b*t*h while he on red (Bow)
PSI, 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
