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 sayin' 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 wit' you
Boy, you f*ck around, I'ma have to catch a fade wit' you
Get the blick in broad day wit' you
Have the lil' homies run down while bae wit' you (gunsmoke, gunsmoke)
Little man, dope party
Got him out the night, but the nigga got four bodies
Who want smoke? Nobody
Goin' once, goin' twice, don't want to smoke nobody
Tell me what you know 'bout it
Strapped right now, nigga, how you want go 'bout it?
I'm not the one you lean on
The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on
Pussy nigga, dream on
Run, nigga, run 'til I have to click the beam on
Red dot ya, I got ya, B-I-G time (woo), who shot ya?
I dropped ya, who popped ya? Shit lit
Soon as I spot ya, ooh-wee
Why would you be f*ckin' 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 gunshots and sirens
Nothing more gangster 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 nigga back pushin' weight now
New Death Row on the plate now
More details, please do tell
What's that smell, nigga? (Gun smoke, gun smoke)
Shit, you would too, if you knew
What a young nigga had to do
Rendezvous with a Pac or two
Rock shit up like Motley Crue
In this fight, you gotta stick and move
All my life, I had to show and prove
Still a nigga with a attitude
If you ain't gangster, this is not for you
Yeah, bullet holes in the palm trees (palm trees)
Dirty money in the laundry (laundry)
Ten toes in the concrete (concrete)
Niggas know where to find me (find)
I got a long reach, this Long Beach, but we don't speak
And you saw what happened to the last nigga
That tried to f*ck with my proceeds (gun smoke)
I remember when I was thirteen
Searchin' for how to get my revenge on the world that hurt me
Thirsty for commas, them double entendres
Turned me to an entrepreneur and a monster
Constantly caught in some kind of controversy (gun smoke, gun smoke)
That was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda condescending
But why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren't kind to me
Comin' up? So like that syrup, they canceled
I'ma say, "F*ck 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 right 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 (gun smoke, gun smoke)
You'll 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 (yeah)
F*ck 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
Man, what the f*ck you want?
Didn't I just see you yesterday?
F*ck outta here, f*ck it, 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
