[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Never underestimate
We so deep when we creep, never underestimate
We so deep when we creep, never underestimate

[Verse 1: Tha Joker]
Situations steal me my brain, steady pumpin' blood
Everyday the same thang, fuckin' hoes, chiefin' bud
Say I'm livin nineteen years of poverty and penalty
Penalize me you gon' trip, slip, fall into the sea
Never had a misdemeanor, but I was a juvenile
Say I was a educated hoodlum with a low profile
Soon I started hangin' with some n***as always startin' shit
Damn, fool, always cool, kept a hizzno on my dick
But check it, the game was played 'til I cannot play no more
Never play the altered ends, 'member, n***a, play the ho
'Til you take her, shake her, break that bitch like she owe you some
Showin' no remorse, yes, of course, leave her body numb
Say that I'm the mastermind of pimpin', doggin' all these G's
N***a, I fuck bitches, please don't step into this mystery
If you got some problems, need to solve 'em, don't you player hate
Show that you a coward, and there's one almost in every state

[Chorus: Lil Pooh]
Now my life is on the run, now my life is on the run
Now my-now my-now my-now my life is on the run
Clicked up with the Gimisum
[Verse 2: Tazz]
[?] then shock, you ain't G, boy, I'm right, North Memphis killer
I came out my mamas womb without a finger on the trigger
Blood leaks, walkin' all up In your nightmares deep
As I blow out your back, reminisce of your screams
Let's make this shit now, before your life start slippin'
As real as I be, I make you choose your murder weapon
Taste thee blood, runnin' to them ho-ass [?]
I hit them off, let Lil' Killa be break out them fuckin' thangs
So, TEC-9 it is and now it's all over
And gonna lock you in the trunk, with bodies in the range rover
I'm callin' up the C to the N to the O to the D to the motherfuckin' E
Keep catchin' n' droppin' them bodies for them caps, murder you, see
I thank the lord for Smith & Wesson, God bless them fuckin' men
Growin to the right, throwin' away pistols in the garbage can
So let the finger do the talkin', smokin' on a twenty pack
B-O-D-Y, put you in a body bag

[Chorus: Lil Pooh]
Now my life is on the run
Clicked up with the Gimisum
Now my life is on the run
Clicked up, clicked up, clicked up
Clicked up, clicked up, clicked up with the Gimisum
Clicked up with the Gimisum, livin' like a thugsta
Clicked up with the Gimisum
[Verse 3: Tha Joker]
Mane, the Gimisum clique is so thick, better watch your motherfuckin' back
'Cause I'm stickin' you lame n***aros up pimp n***a's hoes up, talkin' all that smack
But they talkin' be pimpin', no slippin' 'cause suckers be thinkin' they pimpin' but pimpin' is misunderstood
And these n***as all in the hood, wishin' a n***a would fall up and ball up like let they have havin' good
But a n***a won't that in the 9-6, pimpin' is the dopest game