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Artist/Band: Chamillionaire
Lyrics for Song: Gun Smoke
Lyrics for Album: Mixtape Messiah [2004]



[Yung-Ro: Intro]

1 and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)

And a 1, and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)

And a 1, 2, 3 (Nobody!)

And a 1 and 2 and a 3! (Nobody!)



[Bridge]

What ya mean? (Put ya mug on)

What you mean? (Put ya mug on)

What you mean? (Put ya mug on)

What you mean? (Put ya mug on)

..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)

..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)



[Chorus]

Gun Smoke, when you hear me cockin' it back and me gun go

Booyakaa-Booyakaa leave you layin' on the floor, Yeah

Buck-Buck-Buck shots, come come now what you mean?

Pussy mad and blood clots, Gun Smoke

[repeat]



[Verse 1: Yung-Ro]

-Shh!, Poof, Nobody the ghost bitch

When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this

Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie!

Cuz I ain't the type to switch homie

Some the real niggaz never pick phonies

To roll with me, I ride 1 deep

Solo with a glock next to me

So many brothers wanna plex with me

And I'ma show em' all who's next to see

Peek-A-Boo, there's gun-smoke [Gunshots]

That's how my gun go, shots out to that Po-Yo

on the block like Rasaq on the mash for dough

And I'ma fly, cocky, ignorant dude

You don't wanna see me in a ignorant mood

Just trust me dog, sit and be cool

And we could see how fast your pivot move

..(Bitch!), that's how I plex, execute em'

With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm shootin'

So if you hatin', you better be expectin' some fire

From Nobody the Ghost, and the Mixtape Messiah

So what you sayin' slick, say it to my face

It's on the tip of my tongue, and I'm gettin' tired of it's taste

Hey!, that's not for you son, let me give you the truth son

You not the truth son, we the realest reppin' (Houston)

Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin' mayne

Cockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm-I'm just sayin' mayne

What I gotta do to help you kids understand

Love Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a man

I'ma inspiration in the hood for niggaz that struggle

Quit complainin', singin' sad songs get up and hustle

Get ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'

No love, no patience, no cash, hold up, just nothin'

In they face screamin' get money nigga, because I'm true to it

And it's nothin' let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it

And I'ma keep makin' you bitch niggaz mad at me

Say Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz can't fuck with my mentality



[Cham:] Hahaha, yeah

[Ro:] G'yeah

[Cham:] Yeah, yeah

[Ro:] Nobody the Ghost man

[Cham:] Sho'

[Ro:] Uh-Uh, yeah

[Cham:] It's Koopa

[Ro:] It's that Mixtape, M-Mixtape, M-Mixtape Messiah



[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]

Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle weak

ass niggaz who thinkin' that they could have my streets

I'm wavin' my weaponary at a random sweep

Anybody that want it, can get a can of beef

Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil spanish freak

she kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it sleep

If it's someone else it's playin' it's weak

It's a problem who gonna go handle it (it's me)

Real niggaz be sayin' what type of man is he

Is the nigga a fraud? nigga let me see

I know the nigga a lesser man then me

If he said to them instead of me

You makin' some noise, it don't jam to me

So the game is currently gon' depend on me

I'm the nigga that gave you a 50 jammin' street

If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal beef

Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a week

Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna stand with me

Give a damn if I loose a couple friends a week

Cuz I ride to the end, and it'll end with me

And some pretend to be, friends but they just fakin' the feeling

You know he fake, and you fakin' it with him

And the nigga be thinkin' his fakin' is hittin'

Who the hell is makin' this niggin'

feel like he ready to slander me

Like he ain't never gon' have to be

dealin' with the uh Majesty

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a livin'

You fakin' a livin', and I don't give a damn who's house you in

I bring the roof down like it's weights in the ceiling



[Cham:] Haha, yeah

[Ro:] Yeah

[Cham:] Chamillitary man!,

respect the name, respect the game, respect yeah already


Album Lyrics: Mixtape Messiah [2004]


Chamillionaire
"Mixtape Messiah [2004]"


1. I'm Da King
2. You Got Wrecked
3. I Mean That There
4. Run You Out The Game
5. Not Friendly
6. Gun Smoke
7. What Would You Do
8. Switch Styles
9. Body Rock
10. Step Into My Room
11. I'm Busy
12. Put It In Slow Motion
13. Screw Jams
14. I'm A Balla
15. Front To Back
16. Who I Be
17. On Yo Azz
18. Texas Boys
19. Hey Lady
20. Panky Rang (Interlude)
21. Hurtin' Em Bad
22. I Tip Down
23. Platinum Stars
24. Weatherman
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