[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 Pooh!
N***a named who?
Yeah, you heard, flyin' like a bird, n***a 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's you wanna' do?
Strapped, 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, fucked up in some dangerous shit
Frayser Bound n***a finna clown, clicked up with the Gimisum
Livin' like a thugsta, now my life is on the run

[Verse 2: ?]
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 n***a, 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 n***a, kill a hoe, ain't afraid to catch a charge
Real n***as 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
N***a, 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***a 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 on the life support, stay the fuck out of my fuckin' 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 SEXY BODY
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***a, slow blow on yo' chest
While you runnin' no escape, with the troopaz on my back
Bouta' 'go to war
Killia in disguise, go surprise enemies, when he 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 n***as, off a nine
Kinny, Skinny, brown and my n***a 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
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***a 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
N***as to deep, bringin' drama to the door
For them n***as, with the ana circulating In the crowd
Ain't no duckin' playa, 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 n***as hit the floor
The G-L-O-C-K is in yo face, don't make a move, hoe
N***as 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 killa n***a
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, n***as always tryna' playa hate
Gimisum, [?? tr'izz'oughly you sp'izz'ud ??]
Cannot fuckin' hide until I touch the bl'izz'ock
N***as seen the motherfuckin' light
J rock got the gl'izz'ock, on yo' bl'izz'ock, is a hold up
N***as is runnin', the Gimisum leavin' yo body numb
'cuz we gettin' fucked up
And n***as is talkin' 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 n***as 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***as 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 nine double m, to the back, of the head
Like a check, I'm gon' cash ya'
Hocus to pocus, you witness my magic, Alakazam
B—BOOM, I blast ya'
J-Rock stayin' his daily ground, 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 Skimask Troopaz creep at night
Come on the n***a, you say, that you pullin' the trigger
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 your seat, you better use that .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
Yawk 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***a crossed me out, now his cap finna' get peeled
I catch him snoozin', pull up on his ass
Big gold grill, jumpin' out, lookin' serious, lookin' for that bitch
And If I find his ass, I got a ditch, for that punk bitch
It's been a while, since my gauge been crunkin' bodies in the trunk
And mothafucka's smellin' like a skunk
There that n***a go
"I heard you runnin' yo cocksucka!"
He reached, and I burned 'em leavin' chest wounds, you stupid fuck, yeah!