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letra de no ducking - gimisum family

(verse 1 playa poo)
i’m at yo brain with my thang it don’t matter constantly smokin constantly lokin
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 getting’ served
when i’m full of them f-ckin herbs
on my track fillin my crack watchin my back
popo’s in the ditch popopo came up tryna creep the poo at the pocket f?
playa poo what’s you gona do? scr-p like a army tank
armed droppin bombs sounds so long when i’m in the bank
cops scopin bud smokin hay cuz i’m fo my rintz
takin a chance life or death f-cked up in some gangsta sh-t
fraze up bound 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 h? n flеsh
you can tell a busta b-tch coward by the way he drеssed
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 the mvp
got the kinda protection cu they always ready to die
rip bitebusteizi livin by the next n-gga rimotherf-ckinp
strizza wizza hizzei glizzac i shoot you right between your eye
never kinda f-ck you wizz(?) so you can’t say i make a surprise
redrum n-gga k!ll a hoe ain’t afraid to catch a charge
real n-ggas cleaning pistols bustas gonna have a(?)
bullets no duckin you b-tches i’m buckin yo nuts
should be (?) cuz you leave me no choice
k!lla hoe make em drop(?)
this n-gga please don’t ask me for h-lla remorse
bullets they bussin they spread em they liv(?) fo’ my (?) fo’ my (?) my glock
che(?) a holla the scri(?) playahate n-gga gets tortured for touchin my block
j rock and redrum just leavin yo body numbi’m k!llin and shootin the teflon
of b-tch(?) i’m in possesion of the ganja ass sh-t your blood you gon’ spit yo wig gon’ a split
so get up off the life support stay the f-ck out off my f-cking range
yo he(?) dead yo family scared don’t lemme just t i’m 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 breake my 70 round guage
n-gga slow blow on yo chest while you runnin no escape
with the tiple’s on my back bouta go to war
k!lli’n disguise go surprise enemies when we 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 5
wide street 7 street n-ggas off a 9
kinny skinny brown and my n-gga yo eve crew
with the barrel handle on the chrome 45
dazed full of hay when i am on a mission looking for a limmy trinna hustle on a mfking track, lay em on his chest, and i mo pop a slug like a thug full of drugs then i leave his skull cracked
10 to the streets all the chase not a 4 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 2 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 )

ain’t no duckin k!lla buckin making lemon n-ggas hit the floor
the glock is in yo face now make a move hoe
n-ggas dont make a move i point the crew cuz its a sacrifice
walking to my hood is understood that you gon lose your life
r to the e derum toastin bombs w the k!lla n-gga
hanging with lil stretch up in 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 trizzoucly you spizzu can not f-ckin night(?)
until i touch the blizzac n-ggas seen the mothef-ckin light
j rock got the glizzac in yo blizzac is a hold up
n-ggas is running the gimisum leaving yo body numb cuz (?) f-cked up
and n-ggas be talking that sh-t ’bout k!llin my cl!ckst upon to the back of me
my life is flashing before my eyes by still it ain’t no duckin g
(verse 6 lil debo )

now to you immitators jamninmakas pistol play now poppin slugs
a troopa in a mask standin tall now whatcu gon do cu’
praying for some blesses one mo’ second can i give it to the
so many n-ggas die 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 left to the back of the head like a check
i m gon’ cash ya
hocus to pocus you witness my magic and like a sample boom i blast ya
(?) 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 didn’t f-ck up the skimask 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 and the gun
consider yo self as k!lla type thug
you didn’t reach the front of the seat you better use the 44
i’m standin still like a soldier in the army no runnin no duckin hoe

(verse 7 big debo)

rollin bows in a debos (?)dip
i’m reachin to my cl(?) ment for tha full clip
yack on my lap one hand on the woodgrain
i’m ball’in 87 steady floatin in the rain
i’m punchin up 7 digits on the motorolaa
as i continue sippin on remy martin n sodaa
this n-gga crossed me out now his cup finna get peeled
i catch some sloose and pull up on his ass big doe grill
jumpin out lookin serious lookin for that b-tch
and if i fantasize i got a ditch fo that punk b-tch
it’s been a while since my gauge been crackin bodies in the truck
and mothaf-ckas smellin like scum
better n-gga go
i heard you runnin yo c-ck suck his b-tch
and i burn them leavin chest fo you stupid f-ck ya!

- gimisum family

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