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letra de gimisum redrum - gimisum family

[verse 1: big debo]
packing ’em thangs, making a stain, debo is my f-cking name
gauge on the rage, north memphis is where i was raised
now i play on a stage, gimisum family is on my side
penalty is how i live, deep is how we ride
slap my clip into my gat, attack ’em like a flashback
slap you like a b-tch, you wheeze, ’cause you know i’m with the jack

[verse 2: lil debo]
smoking on that light green dope, as it makes me caught control
people saying lil debo loc’, hoe you really think i know
talking all that weak ass sh-t, gonna get your wig split
lock you in the f-cking trunk, smack you like a punk ass b-tch
watch that light green make me choke, full of da’ ink, not in the blow
i charged my b-tch full of that dope, now i’m finna smoke a hoe

[verse 3: lil yo]
getting real high off of the hay, sip after sip, alizé
hearing my name, going insane, mayne that sh-t did like everyday
i’m so f-cked up, having the dream, f-cked in the game, you cannot be me
lend some cheese, go chop it off trick
god i stay hungry so drop it off b-tch
chopping so clean, make it to town
triple 6 gimisum, frayser cl!ck bound
back on my feet, kicking that p
bought me some dope and i’ll stray off that weed
bustas they trace, some n-ggas they fake, my mystical lyrics go lift up yo brain
i c-ck on my glock, i’m ready to pop, a thunderous mystery is up to your block
[verse 4: big hill]
smoking light green at the pound, nothing but real gs hanging around
suckas who clown willin’ my frown, my neighborhood gunnin’ mothaf-ckers down
quick to cl!ck on a b-tch, frizzonin’ just gone on miss
now i’m falling down with some n-ggas i used to f-ck with
(gunshots)
but it don’t matter, let the blood splatter, lay ’em shadda-radda-tadda-tah
fulla’ that yak, that’s a fact, rushing and and busting at your back
gun to your lips, buckshots they rip through rest of your chest
leaving a bl–dy mess, put you to rest
b-tch you gon be in a bl–dy tale (in a bl–dy tale, hey hey)

[verse 5: lil gin]
playa playa on tha creep
gimisum, we just too deep
rollin’ another swisher sweet
funny ’bout a b-tch, i’m scripting p’s
a.t.p. is where i am, stupid hoes gon’ make me clown
beat you down to the ground, keep a frown out from mouth
claiming you down like you straight, buckshots bustin’ you in your face
tony montana on a b-tch, knock that blood up out your sh-t
n-gga wut! i’m a playa, b-tch
kickin’ some of that gangsta sh-t
drinkin some of that jay ro jay
smoking a blunt of that light green hay
[verse 6: z-dogg]
we toss them tons for them lows
he done crossed, that n-gga smoked
selling that weed on the track, got that pump up to yo back
over a-r-double-o-k, we got big bens of that hay
smoking pound after pound, taking a sip from the crown
playa hating n-ggas, don’t come around or we laying your punk asses down

[verse 7: tha joker]
19 news in the projects, and there ain’t no one about my hustle
i had no friends to lean, now ’cause these n-ggas was some bustas
they tried to cross me and set me, a board stain they have laying
well, i’m the man my n-gga, and what they don’t understand
is that i’m rippin’ and strippin thee stomachs, ballin’, cornin’, finny make money
dealers, peelers, kidnappers, k!llers, all in the game when a hoe act funny
saying “my pimpin’ misunderstood”, mayne yeen walkin’ talkin’
i’m slipping up on bustas quick, and then i commence the stalking
and i wish these punk n-ggas would step and get up off the floor quick
i’m taking out all you n-ggas, taking out for these lil tricks
so call me tha joker, i’ll take a b-tch and provoke her, i heard too lame in the line, but i’m the dope of the doper

[verse 8: playa dre]
skimask troopaz blasting, murder assassin, lemons in my scope
we gone make you crush your skull and blood be soaking up the floor
ringing shots out from the glock and leave the victim in the cut
bullet through your temple, leave the ambulance to scoop you up
gimisum redrum, in reverse, no changing my face
playa dre the crooked type, k!lla is the nutcase
hollow point rushing, we busting no ducking, prepare for the evilest look in my eyes
i’m dragging a body away from the robbery, fill ’em with holes, these n-ggas must die
but first i’ma scoot, i’ma step like a soldier, that strap in my way bringing death to a hoe
playa dre: a.k.a. the black north memphis rambo
[verse 9: k!llamac]
gimisum leavin’ your body numb, i’m strapped with the tommy gun ’til i go buck on a b-tch
n-ggas be actin’ like reaching for something, my pimpin’ the finery, move this trick
feelin’ so high off the fry that i smoke when i’m blowin’ that dope going straight to my skull
when i’m up in a cl!ck, never like hug a b-tch, troopaz be shooting your face in the mud

- gimisum family

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