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Come, let me show you the ropes Tucks come with the lows Drums come with the dope Guns come with the smoke I just want the paper I just want the paper Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke This ain't here a big stepper I'm just saying I am not the type to get stepped on I ain't got a big weapon Glock .17 with the switch with the clip long I ain't finna play with you Boy, fuck around him, I have to catch a fade with you Get the blicking broad day with you Had little homies run down while I bury with you Little man do a party Got him out the night, but the nigga got four bodies Who won't smoke nobody? Go on once, go on twice, don't want smoke nobody Tell me what you know about it I'm strapped right now, nigga, how you won't go by it? I'm not the one you lean on The type you wanna try to plot pressure to and scheme on Put this nigga dream on Run, nigga, run 'til I have to click the beam on Letras de cancionesRed dot ya, I got ya, B-I-G time, 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? (Gunsmoke, gunsmoke) 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 dog, bam, yeah Playground, shake down, Audubon, no brakes now Scanty nigga back, push him, wait now New death row on the plate now More details, please do tell What's that smell, nigga? (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke) Shit, you would too, if you knew What a young nigga had to do Rendezvous with a pocket too 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 gangster, this is not for you Yeah, pullin' holes in the 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? (Gunsmoke) I remember when I was thirteen Searching for how to get my revenge on the world that hurt me Thirsty for commas, then double entendres Turned me to an entrepreneur and a monster Constantly caught in some kind of controversy (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke) That was my mantra, the tantra was kinda, kinda Sending, but why should I be kinda? The kinda people that work kinda Me comin' up, so like that syrup, they canceled I'm 'a say fuck you and your mama, then blame my rap persona (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke) That's the excuse that I use to explain my grammar Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications So I can air my frustrations But I'll be damned if the same reporter's gonna shove another tape recorder And camera roll in my face while I am at the Burger King Just to grab my little baby daughter a hamburger like Shady Arda, 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 (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke) You're not act like one when you came from bottom But they're gonna make me wanna pull a llama And make like I'm a mechanical bull (Yeah) Fuck around and fuck these hoes Ain't talkin' no luxury clothes Two nines on tuxedos like rock-and-roll Hall of Famers Try and duck these, yo— What the fuck you want? And I just see you yesterday? Fuck outta here, 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 lick the Gunsmoke I just want the paper I just want the paper Gunsmoke, gunsmoke From Letras Mania