Gimisum Family - No Runnin' No Duckin'

{verse 1: lil pooh}
Aim at yo brain with my thang, it don't matter, constantly smokin', constantly locin'
At the same time, pockets gettin' fatter
Gimisum family down with poo!
Nigga named who? yea you heard
Fine like a bird, nigga gettin' served
When i'm full of them fuckin' herbs, on my track, sellin' my crack, watchin' my back
Popo's in the ditch
One popo came up, tryna creep
Lil poo had to pop this bitch
Playa poo, what's you gonna' do?
Scrapped, like a army tank
Armed, droppin' bombs
Sounds so long, when i'm in the bank
Cops scopin', bud smokin' hay, cuz i'm for my rizz
Takin' a chance, life or death
Fucked up in some dangerous shit
Frasierbound nigga finna clown
Clicked up with the gimisum
Livin' like a thugsta, now my life is on the run

{verse 2: z-dogg}
Playa hatas, perpetraitors
Fakers in the human flesh
You can tell a busta bitch coward
By the way he dressed
Get so buck and call 'em out
From yo yuff they start to duck
Bulletproof vest can't save you hoe
Damn, i guess you outta luck
Steppin up in the club, playa haters got that mvp
Got the kinda protection
'cuz they always ready to d-i-e
R. i. p
B-i-t-e-b-u-s-t-e-r-z
Livin' by the next nigga, r-i motherfuckin' p!
Str'izz'apped, w'izz'a i'zz'a gl'izz'ock
Shoot you right between your eye
Never gonna' buck you w'izz'outh god
So you can't say, god made a surprise
Redrum nigga, kill a hoe
Ain't afraid to catch a charge
Real niggas cleanin' pistols
Bustaz gonna' hide n' bide
Bullets no duckin' you bitches
I'm buckin', yo nutz should be tuckered
Just leave me no choice
Kill a hoe, make 'em drop their to their knee, nigga, please, don’t ask me, i handle real wars
Bullets, and buckshots, they spreadin'
They leavin' lives

{?? i will pop off my place
To play glock ??}

{?? terrify, hollows and ??}
The player hatin' nigga get's tortured
For touchin' my block
J rock and redrum, just leavin' yo body numb
I'm killin' and shootin' them teflons

{ ? i bet you, this ammo possession
Just gangsta and shit ?}
Your blood you gon' spit, yo wig gonna' split
So get up off the life support
Stay the fuck out off my fuckin' range
We here, we ain't dead, yo family scared
Don't lemme' just (?...) ain't no duckin' mane

{verse 3: rasta t}
Jum, betta run, de lee bees
Me dee duun-uh
Rubararanda , dee consame
Comenen sallaa
Gimisum, gimisum, o my familyyy
Ime, combabandarlevecamecom constantlyy pondemer, combender bonen opender, suferedo elpaneizaa
Roopararachendyy, tambimesaptizinaa
Girlss, they love me
'cuz i got de sexy botyy
Takara mesferari
Condacam like karatee (woop)

{verse 4: playa dre}
Ain't no duckin', when my pistol off a safety
It's too late, to tryna breake
My seventeen round gauge
Nigga, slow blow on yo chest
While you runnin' no escape
With the troopaz on my back, bouta 'go to war
Killin' in disguise, go surprise
Enemies when we creep
Hollow point thangs in the air, travel like a plane
Dead at yo brain, put you in a deep sleep
Playa dre, the crooked type, pull up on the five, light street, seven street niggas, off a nine
Kinny, skinny, brown and my nigga yo
Ever clear with the barrel
Handle on the chrome .45
Dazed full of hay, when i'm on a mission
Lookin' for a lemon, tryna hustle
On a motherfuckin' track, lay 'em on the chest
And i mo pop a slug, like a thug, full of drugs
Then i leave his skull cracked
10 to the streets, all the chase
Not a 4, when they bring it on my face
Put me on the abp, comin' with the squad
Tryna put me up in ba (?)
But my nigga redrum, got the chrome .38
Fuckin' on the hoes, up close range
Train like a soldier with the strap
And we blow them man fuck
Breakin laws, quick fuck authority and the poli' but they come with an army
If they wanna fuck with us
Niggas 2 deep, bringin' drama to the door
For them niggas with the anna
Circulating in the crowd
Ain't no duckin' playas so you think
You got away 'cuz you already shot
When you fallin' to the ground

{verse 5: redrum}
Ain't no duckin', killa buckin'
Makin' lemon niggas hit the floor
The g-l-o-c-k is in yo face
Don't make a move, hoe
Niggas that make a move
I point their crew, 'cuz its a sacrifice
Walkin' to my hood, is understood
That you gon' lose your life, r to the e, d, rum, tossin' bombs, with the killa nigga
Hangin' with lil stretch, uppin' my money
You can't fuck with 'em
Say, the killa actin' strange, i rearrange
To make it straight but every time i come up
Niggas always tryna' playa hate
Gimisum,
{?? tr'izz'oughly you sp'izz'ud ??}
Cannot fuckin' hide, until i touch the bl'izz'ock
Niggas seen the motherfuckin' light
J rock got the gl'izz'ock, on yo bl'izz'ock
Is a hold up, niggas is runnin'
The gimisum leavin' yo body numb
'cuz we gettin' fucked up
And niggas is talking that shit
About killin' my click
Step upon to the back of me
My life is flashing before my eyes
But still it ain't no duckin' g

{verse 6: lil deebo}
Now to you immitators, dummymakers
Pistol play, now poppin' slugs
A troopa in a mask, standin' tall
Now whatchu' gon do, cuh?
Prayin' for some blesses, one mo' second
Can i give it to the
So many niggas d-i-e
Up in my hood and in the street
Livin' yo life as a hustla, murder or robber
You got to live by yo rep
Niggas be fakin' the fuck with the on the punk
They know, they be bout it themselves
We can do this western style
Meanin', toe to toe, you see
Changin' paces to the front
And turn around, as i buck the 9, double m
To the back, of the head, like a check
I'm gon' cash ya
Hocus to pocus, you witness my magic
Alakazam, "boom" i blast ya
(?) stayin' his dailyground
Like eastwood, with the .44
I'm hangin', with the gimisum
Smoke weed and pick my afro
Slip in the blunt, poo, so smooth
Now it's costin' you yo life
You did fucked up
The ski mask troopaz creep at night
Come on the nigga, you say that you
Pullin' the trigga, so let me see you in the slugs
You trusted the killa in the mask with the gun
Consider yoself as killa type thug
You didn't reach the front of the seat
You better use the .44
I'm standin' still, like a soldier in the army
No runnin' no duckin' hoe

{verse 7: big deebo}
Rollin' bows in a debos (?) dip
I reach in to my glock (?...) for tha full clip
Yack on my lap, one hand on the woodgrain
I'm ballin' '85 steady floatin' in the rain
I'm punchin up seven digits on the motorola
As i continue sippin on remy martin 'n' soda
This nigga crossed me out
Now his cap finna' get peeled
I catch some sloose and pull up
On his ass, big gold grill
Jumpin out, lookin' serious
Lookin' for that bitch and if i fantasize
I got a ditch for that punk bitch
It's been a while, since my gauge been crackin' bodies in the trunk
And mothafuckas smellin' like a skunk
There that nigga go
I heard you runnin' you cocksucker
He reached and i burned him
Leavin' chest wounds you stupid fuck ya!