No Runnin’ No Duckin’ Gimisum Family (Ft. 211 (Rapper), Killamac, Lil Pooh, Playa Dre, Rasta T, Skimask Troopaz & So Serious)

[Verse 1: Lil Pooh]
Aim at your brain, with my thang, It don't matter
Constantly smokin', constantly locin', at the same time, pockets gettin' fatter
Gimisum Family down with Pooh, nigga named who? Yeah, you heard
Flyin' 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 Pooh had to pop this bitch, Playa Pooh, what you wanna' do?
Strapped, like a army tank, armed, droppin' bombs, sounds alarm when I'm in the bank
Cops scopin', bud smokin', handcuffs up on my wrist
Takin' a chance, life or death, fucked up in some dangerous shit
Frayser Bound, nigga finna clown, clicked up with the Gimisum
Livin' like a thugsta, now my life is on the run

[Verse 2: Redrum]
Playa haters, perpetraitors, fakers in the human flesh
You can tell a buster bitch coward, by the way he dressed
Get so buck and call 'em out, from your yuff, they start to duck
Bulletproof vest can't save you ho, damn, I guess, you outta' luck
Steppin' up in the club, player haters got that MVP
Got the kinda' protection, 'cause 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
Strizzapped, wizza izza glizzock
Shoot you right between your eye, never gonna buck you wizzouth God
So you can't say, God made a surprise
RedruM nigga, kill a ho, ain't afraid to catch a charge
Real niggas cleanin' pistols, busters gonna' hide and bide
Bullets no duckin', you bitches, I'm buckin', your nuts should be tuckered
Just leave me no choice, kill a ho, 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' your body numb
I'm killin' and shootin' them teflons
[ ? I bet you, this ammo possession, just gangster and shit ?]
Your blood you gon' spit, your wig gonna split
So get up on the life support, stay the fuck out of my fuckin' range
You halfway dead, your family scared, don't let me just [?]
Ain't no duckin', mane