Gunz N Smoke

Come, let me show you the ropes

Chucks come with the LOCs

Drums come with the dope

Guns come with the smoke

Bang!

I just want the paper

I just want the paper

Gun smoke, gun smoke

They say he a big stepper

I'm just saying I am not the type to get stepped on

I ain't got a big weapon

Glock 17 with the switch, but the clip long

I ain't finna play with you

Boy, you fuck around, I'ma have to catch a fade with you

Get the blick in broad day with you

Have the lil' homies run down while bae wit you (Gun smoke, gun smoke)

Lil' man dope party

Got him out tonight, but the **** got four bodies

Who want smoke? Nobody

Going once, going twice, don't wanna smoke nobody

Tell me what you know 'bout it

Strapped right now, ****, how you wanna go 'bout it?

I'm not the one you lean on

The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on

Pussy ****, dream on

Run, ****, run till I have to click the beam on

Red dot ya, I got ya

B.I.G. time, who shot ya?

I dropped ya, who popped ya shit lit?

Soon as I spot ya, oowee

Why would you be fucking with me? (Gun smoke, gun smoke)

Let's take a second here for this moment of violence

You smell it in the air, product of my environment

I come from freestylin' over gun shots and sirens

Nothing more gangsta than my voice over these violins

Get down, lay down, it's the wolf of the Dogg Pound

Yeah, playground, shakedown, Autobahn, no brakes now

Skinny **** back pushing weight now, new Death Row on the plate now

More details, please do tell, what's that smell, ****? (Gun smoke, gun smoke)

Shit, you would too if you knew what a young **** had to do

Rendezvous with a Pac or 2, Rock shit up like Mötley Crüe

In this fight, you gotta stick and move, all my life, I had to show and prove

Still a **** with a attitude, if you ain't gangsta, this is not for you

Yeah, bullet holes in the palm trees, dirty money in the laundry

Ten toes in the concrete, **** know where to find me

I gotta long reach, this Long Beach, where we don't speak

And you saw what happened to the last **** that tried to fuck with my proceeds (Gun smoke)

I remember when I was thirteen, searching for how to get my revenge on a world that hurt me

Thirsty for commas, them double entendres turnt me

To an entrepreneur and a monster constantly caught in some kinda contro— (Gun smoke, gun smoke)

—versy, that was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda conde—

—scending, but why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren't kind to

Me comin' up? So like that syrup they cancelled, I'ma

Say, "Fuck you and your momma", then blame my rap persona (Gun smoke, gun smoke)

That's the excuse that I used to explain my grammar

Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications so I could air my frustrations

But I'll be damned if the same reporter's gonna shove another tape recorder

And camera in my face while I am at the Burger King just to grab my lil' baby daughter

A hamburger like Shady oughta be amicable

Guess that's the price that you pay for all the glamour

The fame and stardom, like when you're treated just like an animal, you'll (Gun smoke, gun smoke)

Not act like one when you came from bottom

But they gonna make me wanna pull a llama and make like I'm a mechanical bull

Fuck around and buck these hoes, ain't talkin' no luxury clothes

Two nines I tuck, see those?

Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers, try and duck deez, yo

Hey, what the fuck you want?

Didn't I just see you yesterday?

Fuck outta here, fuckin' bitch

Now I'm much older, and I may be calmer, run up on me, and I might be a little less likely to go crazy on ya

And let the

Gun smoke

I just want the paper

I just want the paper

Gun smoke, gun smoke