No Runnin’ No Duckin’

[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, po-po's in the ditch
One po-po 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, cliqued up with the Gimisum
Livin' like a thugsta, now my life is on the run

[Verse 2: RedRum]
Player 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 yalk, 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 dead to their knee, nigga
Please, don't mess with me, I have no remorse
Bullets and buckshots, they spreadin', they leavin' outside
From my pump of my place to plastic Glock
Terrify, hollows and straight for they player hatin' nigga get's tortured, for touchin' my block
J Rock and Redrum just leavin' your body numb, Killa is 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 buckin' range
You halfway dead, your family scared
Don't let me just tell ya, no duckin', mane

[Verse 3: Rasta T]
Jump, better run then leave, as me din done up
You better, Rasta T [?] we comin' dancehall
Gimisum, Gimisum are my family
Yah, me come and punconstantly
[?]
Better run, then we mash up the scene
Girls they love me [?] got the sexy body
Tuckered then mess
[?] like karate (Woop)

[Verse 4: Playa Dre]
Ain't no duckin' when my pistol off of safety
It's too late to try to break my seventeen round gauge, nigga, slow blow on your chest, while you runnin', no escape
With the Troopaz on my back, 'bout to go to war
Killa in disguise, go surprise enemies, when he creep
Hollow point thangs in the air, travel like a plane
Dead at your brain, put you in a deep sleep
Playa Dre the crooked type, pull up from the Five
Light Street, Seven Street niggas, off of Kney
Kenny, Skinny, Brown and my nigga Yo Everclear
With the pearl 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 his chest in the mud, pop a slug, like a thug
Full of drugs, then I leave his skull cracked
Jettin' through the streets, on a chase
Now the folk wanna recognize my face, put me on a A.P.B
Comin' with the squad, tryna put me up in bond
But my nigga Redrum, got the chrome .380
Buckin' on the hoes up close range
Train like a soldier, with the strap and we blow the map up
Breakin' laws quick, fuck authority and the poli'
Better come with an army, if they wanna fuck with us
Niggas too deep bringin' drama to the door, for them niggas, with the anna circulatin' In the crown
Ain't no duckin', player, so you think you got away
'Cause you already shot, when you fallin' to the ground

[Verse 5: Killamac]
Ain't no duckin', Killa buckin', makin' lemon niggas hit the floor
The G-L-O-C-K is in your face, don't make a move, ho
Niggas that make a move, a point you approved, 'cause 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 nigga
Hangin' with Lil' Stretch, uppin' my money, you can't fuck with 'em
Say Lil' Killa actin' strange, I rearrange to make it straight
But every time I come up, niggas always try to player hate
Gimisum, thrizzoughly you spizzook in the fuckin' night
Until I touch the blizzock, niggas seen the motherfuckin' light
J-Rock got the Glizzock, on your blizzock, it's a hold-up
Niggas is runnin', the Gimisum leavin' your body numb 'cause we gettin' fucked up
And niggas is talkin' that shit about killin' my clique
Step upon to the back of me, my life then flash infront of my eyes
But still it ain't no duckin', G

[Verse 6: So Serious]
Now to you imitators, dummy makers, pistol play, now poppin' slugs
A Troopa in a mask, standin' tall, now what you gon' do, cuh?
Prayin' for some blessins', one more second can I give it to thee
So many niggas D-I-E up in my hood and in the street
Livin' your life as a hustler, murder or robber, you got to live by your rep
Niggas be fakin' a front with the unlaoded pump, they know they be bodyin' themselves
We can do this western style, meanin', toe to toe, you see
Take ten paces to the front and turn around as I buck thee
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, kaboom, I blast 'em
J-Rock stayin' his deadly ground, like Eastwood with the .44
I'm hangin' with the Gimisum, smoke weed and pick my afro
Slip in a bloodpool, so smooth, now it's costin' you your life
You done fucked up, the Skimask Troopaz creep at night
Come on, young nigga, you say that you pullin' the trigger, so let me see you release slugs
You dressed as a killer now mess with the gun
Consider yourself as a killer-type thug
You done reached up under yo' seat, you better use that .44
I'm standin' still like a soldier in the army
No runnin', or duckin', ho

[Verse 7: 211]
Rollin' Vogues and Octavos, honeycomb dip
I reach into my glove compartment for that full clip
Yalk on my lap, one hand on that wood grain
Im ballin' eighty-five, steady floatin' in the brain
I'm punchin' up seven digits on the Motorola
As I continue sippin' on Remy Martin and soda
This nigga 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 motherfuckers smellin' like a skunk
There that nigga go, I heard you runnin' you cocksucker
He reached and I burned 'em, leavin' chest wounds, you stupid fuck, yeah