lirik lagu 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!
n~gga named who? yea you heard
fine like a bird, n~gga gettin’ served
when i’m full of them f~ckin’ herbs
on my track, sellin’ my crack, watchin’ my back
popo’s in the ditch, one popo came up
tryna creep, lil pooh had to pop this b~tch
playa poo, what’s you gonna’ do?
scr~pped, like a army tank
armed, droppin’ bombs
sounds alarm, when i’m in the bank
cops scopin’, bud smokin’ hay, cuz i’m for my rizz
takin’ a chance, life or death
f~cked up in some dangerous sh~t
frasierbound n~gga finna clown
cl!cked 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 b~tch 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
d~mn, 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 n~gga, r~i motherf~ckin’ 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 n~gga, k!ll a hoe
ain’t afraid to catch a charge
real n~ggas cleanin’ pistols
bustaz gonna’ hide n’ bide
bullets no duckin’ you b~tches
i’m buckin’, yo nutz should be tuckered
just leave me no choice, k!ll a hoe, make ’em drop their to their knee, n~gga, 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’ n~gga get’s tortured
for touchin’ my block
j rock and redrum, just leavin’ yo body numb
i’m k!llin’ and shootin’ them teflons
[ ? i bet you, this ammo possession
just gangsta and sh~t ?]
your blood you gon’ spit, yo wig gonna’ split
so get up on the life support, stay the f~ck out
off my f~ckin’ range, you halfway 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 s~xy 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 break, my seventeen round gauge, n~gga, slow blow on yo chest
while you runnin’ no escape, with the troopaz
on my back, bouta ‘go to war
k!llin’ in disguise, go surprise, enemies
when we creep, hollow point thangs in the air
ravel 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, sven street n~ggas, off a nine
kinny, skinny, brown and my n~gga 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 motherf~ckin’ track, lay ’em on the chest
and i mo pop a slug, like a thug
full of drugs, then i leave his skull cracked
ten to the streets, all the chase, not a four
when they bring it on my face
put me on the abp, comin’ with the squad
tryna put me up in ba (?)
but my n~gga redrum, got the chrome .38
f~ckin’ on the hoes, up close range
train like a soldier with the strap
and we blow them man f~ck
breakin laws, quick f~ck authority
and the poli’ but they come with an army
if they wanna f~ck with us, n~ggas to deep, bringin’ drama to the door, for them n~ggas
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’, k!lla buckin’ makin’
lemon n~ggas hit the floor
the g~l~o~c~k is in yo face
don’t make a move, hoe
n~ggas that make a move, i point their crew
‘cuz it’s a sacrifice, walkin’ to my hood
is understood, that you gon’ lose your life
r to the e, d, rum, tossin’ bombs
with the k!lla n~gga, hangin’ with lil stretch
uppin’ my money, you can’t f~ck with ’em
say, the k!lla actin’ strange, i rearrange
to make it straight, but every time i come up
n~ggas always tryna’ playa hate
gimisum, [?? tr’izz’oughly you sp’izz’ud ??]
cannot f~ckin’ hide until i touch the bl’izz’ock
n~ggas seen the motherf~ckin’ light
j rock got the gl’izz’ock, on yo bl’izz’ock
is a hold up, n~ggas is runnin’, the gimisum leavin’ yo body numb, ‘cuz we gettin’ f~cked up
and n~ggas is talking that sh~t, about k!llin’
my cl!ck, 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 n~ggas 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
n~ggas be fakin’ the f~ck 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 f~cked up, the ski mask troopaz
creep at night, come on the n~gga
you say that you, pullin’ the trigga
so let me see you in the slugs
you trusted the k!lla, in the mask with the gun, consider yoself as k!lla type thug
you didn’t reach the front of your seat
you better use the .44
i’m standin’ still, like a soldier in the army
no runnin’ no duckin’ hoe
[verse 7: 2~11]
rollin vogues and octavos, honeycomb dip
i reach into my glove compartment
for that full clip, yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain, im ballin 85, steady floatin’ in the rain
punchin’ up seven digits on the motorola
as i continue sippin’ on remy martin and soda
this n~gga crossed me out
now his cap fina get peeled
i catch him snoozin’, pull up on his ass
big gold grill, jumpin’ out, lookin’ serious
lookin’ for that b~tch and if i find his ass
i got a ditch fo that punk b~tch
it’s been a while, since my gauge been
crunkin’ bodies in the trunk
and mothaf~cka’s smellin’ like a skunk
there that n~gga go
“i heard you runnin’ yo c~cksucka”
he reached, and i burned ’em
leavin’ chest wounds, you stupid f~ck, yeah
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