Blac Youngsta – Gun Smoke lyrics
(ft. 42 Dugg)


[Blac Youngsta]
I was raised on [?]
Keep actin’ like I’m retarded, p**** n****, you know what I’m sayin’
Keep actin’ like I ain’t like we ain’t been shoot that motherfuckin’ fire, n****
You know what I’m sayin’, every n**** that played with me died, p****

[Blac Youngsta]
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can’t do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get p****, you know we gon’ shoot them Glocks, [?] off them shots and we catch ’em
I’m brought up on murder s***, that murder s*** my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin’ that s*** professional but them n***** 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 n**** shot at me, that s*** 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
P**** n****, I’ma stand all over you s*** with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mammy stay, and where your brother stay (B****)
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’ n***** in the city, ‘fore I whackin’ n***** out of town
I can’t keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can’t keep up with that p****, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?

[Blac Youngsta & 42 Dugg]
He say, can’t give a f*** ’bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot ’em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that b**** 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

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

[Blac Youngsta]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Still on that murder s*** (Gang, gang)
Depending how good the vibe is, I might murder s*** (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*** who you is (No)
Young n****, he pullin’ up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I’m on that shooter s***
Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Faw)
I’m on that cut throat, South Memphis s***, that s*** get you killed (Hrr)
How could your posse go ‘gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three n***** thats beneath me thats reachin’ for my chips
My cousin died, my n**** died, so I can’t slip (So I can’t slip)
I told my b**** ‘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*** Youngsta)

[Blac Youngsta]
He say, can’t give a f*** ’bout what they say
Gun smoke, shoot ’em two times in the head (Hrrrt)
Green light, shoot that b**** 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!