Chamillionaire: Gun smo gun smoke

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]