| Gunsmoke.
|
| I wanna live to be an old ass gangsta tired as fuck
|
| and in a black wheelchair rollin' down a hill bustin'
|
| I don’t lift shit or work out, I do finger curls
|
| I’m straight gangsta, smoking sherm and fuckin' fat girls
|
| (Lil' Shank)
|
| Now get her barkin' at cha her vital leave you missin' a jump
|
| Turn a jump into a powerful punch she got that vibe
|
| And power other side of the gat a shaky muthafucka
|
| Who was thuggin' 2 minutes ago but now he just a sucka
|
| (Full Clip)
|
| When my pistol goes POW you head gets to drippin'
|
| When my pistol gets to swingin everybody’s dippin'
|
| In the club in the streets or all up in your bedroom
|
| Bitch now run that shit or feel Full Clip’s full clip
|
| (Sawed Off)
|
| Can you smell that thick smoke gunpowder sucka
|
| Straight from the barrel to your dome muthafucka
|
| Inhale exhale that smells so well
|
| Sawed off shotgun heavy smoke big shells
|
| DAMN Sawed Off just blew your muthafuckin' head off
|
| (Sawed off, hauled off, and blew your jaw off)
|
| Gunsmoke worse then secondhand lung smoke
|
| Smoke toke fall asleep forever never woke |
| Rydas ride on every bitch until they get broke
|
| Gunsmoke slit throats bitch don’t get choked
|
| Gunsmoke simmer down hoe don’t provoke
|
| Gunsmoke better he the murder that the Rydas wrote
|
| (Cell Block)
|
| My 9 millimeter stays loaded ready to explode
|
| And leave a couple holes in your fuckin' Fubu clothes
|
| Still bustin' out the window of a black truck
|
| If you a gangsta and feel me throw ya guns up, GUNS UP
|
| (Foe Foe)
|
| I been blinded by the smoke from my sawed off double barrel 12 gauge
|
| With tape on the handle straight from the old days
|
| Original gangsta '85 is when I started sellin' weed for my father
|
| From here to Pearl Harbor
|
| (Bullet)
|
| I create gunsmoke but suckas never get to see that
|
| Dead on they back with a smoky hole in they neck
|
| I hit the smoke from the barrel it numbs like cocaine
|
| I told my boys and now the Rydas all be gunsmokin'
|
| (Full Clip)
|
| Suffer to ya dome, nose smell the smoke before you die
|
| Gunpowder mixed with that Peruvian ya-ya
|
| Brains splattered on the wall a hole in ya head
|
| But I ain’t wastin' my oop I scoop it up and sell it again |
| You stupid mother fucker don’t provoke the gunsmoke
|
| Gunsmoke worse then second hand lung smoke
|
| Smoke toke fall asleep forever never woke
|
| Rydas ride on every bitch till they get broke
|
| Gunsmoke slit throats bitch don’t get choked
|
| Gunsmoke simmer down hoe don’t provoke
|
| Gunsmoke better he the murder that the Rydas wrote
|
| (Sawed Off)
|
| Watch the sparks fly and the bodies start to fall
|
| Whole block lit up like it was Vietnam
|
| And I ain’t done letting loose yet show me ya chest
|
| I fill it up with fuckin' pebbles and leave you with a smoky vest
|
| (Cell Block)
|
| BLAH I shot you there’s a hole six inches wide
|
| From the front of your chest clean threw your backside
|
| Next time you’ll notice stop your gums are flappin' low
|
| Your just another bitch in the mist of my gunsmoke
|
| (Lil' Shank)
|
| Life taker is sparkling in the sun
|
| Got smoke comin' out of her mouth like she just popped one
|
| In somebody’s direction for nothing at all
|
| Her seeds are death assured to make anyone fall
|
| (Foe Foe)
|
| You can see the flame come out of the gun |
| If it’s ya name ya better run cause I ain’t yellin' for fun
|
| You catch a hot one not one three in ya chest
|
| And when the smoke clears I’ma be the one with the vest, BOO YA |