[Soulja Slim]
A-K-A Gun Smoke, yep, as if you didn't know bitch ass n***a

N***a you could expect nothin' but war shit
When dat n***a Soulja Slim runs it
N***a my heart beat slow & pump blood
Souljas been around way before they had thugs
I'm gonna give it 2 ya raw I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm still in tha battlefield & I been real for years
I stepped on bullets shells & crossed over dead bodies
I looked up to n***as like Glenn Metz and Skully so fuck Gotti
Tha N-O been way bout it 'fore P told ya
I'm a real soulja lets go to war & I'mma show ya
I don't have a damn conscience about nathan
How ya figure I won't cut your throat & leave ya shakin'
Down south money makin' dats all a n***a know
N***as I used to run wit still like to snort coke
Lay it down, let tha gram go around, yeah yall get full
Me I don't fuck wit it no more but if I could I would
Cause ain't nothin' like dat boot up n***a, suit up n***a
Lets go & get 'em, I got some n***as I wanna shoot up n***a
Now I get high off stackin' my mail
Dodgin' back uptown, don't wanna see no more jail cells

[Hook 2X: Soulja Slim]
Is dat gun smoke I smell?
What's dat? n***as lying dead on bullets & shells
Is my city really livin' hell?
Do I gotta keep my pistol everywhere dat I dwell?