Gunz N Smoke (feat. 50 Cent & Eminem) - Instrumental

Come, let me show you the ropes

Chucks come with the LOCs

Drums come with the dope

Guns come with the smoke, pow

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 fuck 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 (gun smoke, gun smoke)

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 fuckin' with me? (Gun smoke, gun smoke, pow)

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

Nothin' more gangsta 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 Mötley Crüe

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 gangsta, 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 fuck with my proceeds (gun smoke)

I remember when I was 13

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 kinda controversy (gun smoke, gun smoke)

That was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda condescendin'

But why should I be kind to the kinda people that weren't kind to me

Comin' up? So like that syrup, they canceled

I'ma say, "Fuck you and your momma", then blame my rap persona (gun smoke, gun smoke)

That's the excuse that I used to explain my grammar

Allowin' 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 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)

Fuck around and buck these hos, ain't talkin' no luxury clothes

Two nines I tuck, see those? Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers, try and duck deez, yo

(Ay, what the fuck you want?) Didn't I just see you yesterday?

Fuck, fuck 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