Now My Life Is On The Run lyrics

[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, f*ckin' 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*ggas always startin' sh*t
Damn, fool, always cool, kept a hizzno on my di*k
But check it, the game was played 'til I cannot play no more
Never play the altered ends, 'member, n*gga, play the ho
'Til you take her, shake her, break that b*tch 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*gga, I f*ck b*tches, 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 sh*t 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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' E
Keep catchin' n' droppin' them bodies for them caps, murder you, see
I thank the lord for Smith & Wesson, God bless them f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' back
'Cause I'm stickin' you lame n*ggaros up, pimp n*gga'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*ggas all in the hood, wishin' a n*gga would fall up and ball up like let they have any good
But a n*gga won't do that in the 9-6
Pimpin' is the dopest game