No Hesitation lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Before we go
You know how the Gimisum's doin' it
This goes out, to all you player hatin' n*ggas and b*tches
Like that funky-ass sheriff b*tch
We used to dance at the Men's Club
Dance at Platinum Plus, now it goes by the name of Dream
The business will fall soon, standin' near, fool
Player hatin' b*tches, stay out the motherf*ckin' business, 'fore somebody do some bad to your funky-ass
And this goes out, for all you player hatin' motherf*ckers, b*tch
The Gimisum, thick up in this motherf*cker
And we finna do this sh*t like this right here
For all you player haters

[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
I'm full of that f*ckin' dope
Maybe I choke, but no, 'cause I cannot pose
This can't be no dream, I'm full of light green
Im super high, so f*ck a ho
Think of somethin', Gimisum Dungeon
f*ck all you b*tches, you better start runnin'
Strizzap be up in my focus but none of y'all n*ggas that smokin' that bud, mane
Bankroll constantly stackin', these real actions got me feelin' fine
Reach my victim, gotta get 'em, chief one, smoke one, clizzoud nine
I got fifty on it, mane, let's go and get a quarter pound
Put some on some n*ggas down, not lesser then a f*ckin' ounce
n*gga, pass the f*ckin' weed
Smokin' that dope is my physical need
n*gga be smokin' that dope with that buster di*k b*tch and know that they can't fizzuck with me
Back out in the crowd, hollerin' loud, seein' nothin' but smoke
Finger signs are in the air 'cause b*tches love it when I flow
Smokin' with my brother Big Jook, he got me super high
Plus I just got through smokin' 'em blizzunt with my kinfolk tribe
[Verse 2: Big Debo]
Blast on a punk-ass n*gga, no hesitation
Pull my trigger, my mind is f*cked up to the fullest, Glock c*cked, pull it
n*ggas wanna player hate, smilin' like my b*tch ditched me
You bound to stand fifty feet or your ass will end up six feet deep
Murder, killin', caps I'm peelin', layin' you stankin' lemons down
Some of these hollow-point bullets I'm constantly shootin' will leave your body numb
Long time ago my n*ggas smoked that weed
Now they run around, work for a dollar, just to snort that P
Never had none, bullsh*t, but they got much now
Droppin' outta cars, P'd up from that Funkytown, Gimisum, trick
Do it quick, if you don't, your head I'll split
211 and 187, Debo is my name, b*tch

[Verse 3: Big Hill]
I'm throwin' that ode to the G's, smokin' on Swisher Sweets
Ridin' down the street, loced out from the smoke this dope I chose
The coppers wanna sweat a n*gga, that's pullin' them triggers
What makes them figure that they can chase and mace a real n*gga?
They wanna beat me, thus keep me in this system
I keep on catchin' a case, my lawyer keep dismissin' 'em
It's some petty sh*t to the big man that sellin' this crack
And gots people whoopin' each others of that
Knockin' each others flat to the ground, when we clown, f*cks up my day

[Verse 4: Lil Gin]
Here I come, once again, it's pimpin' ass player named Lil' Gin
Kickin' on the scene with my n*gga, Big Hill
Smokin' on tweezers but I'm keepin' it real
Kill at will, the buckshot spill, stackin' mills is how we live
I'm so trill, that's how it is, lettin' you b*tches know how I feel
And to you instigatin', player hatin', talkin' behind a n*gga back
Runnin' that batter mouth, will get you popped
Crank up the gauge, this is a jack
[Verse 5: Tha Joker]
I'm a young n*gga, livin' by the sword in the projects
I was never fortunate like others but I never sweat
Meanin', I didn't care about no negoros or no hoes
Sellin' crack and ready to jet whoever, for them bones and Vogues
Late at night them junkies hurt, fienin' for a f*ckin' hit
Say he need a dime with six dollars, he ain't talkin' sh*t
Ain't no credit, n*gga, better bring it to the main
Full sprint, ain't no sight of creep, 'cause I'm causin' pain
And these n*ggas, who claimin' they rob
Be these n*ggas, who savin' these hoes
And these b*tches, who claimin' they hard
I'm the one out here bustin', they know
Now, who the mane, servin' all these lames, causin' 'em pain?
Who's the one and only, who's the phoniest, servin' out cizzocaine?

[Verse 6: Z-Dogg]
Creepin' into my Jason mask, I grip my gun up off the shelf
Thinkin' of a robbery, a gangster livin' by his rep
Jumpin' into my steamer, now I'm ballin', chiefin' plenty hay
I know, my n*gga Lil' AK down to make a stang today
Scopin' out some ballers, aka high rollin', stackin' some cheese
Z-Dogg finna lay 'em down and watch 'em scream on the mercy plea
Creepin' around a corner, 'bout seven o'clock
Grip my f*ckin' Jason mask, I can't forget my .40 Glock
Finna lay these trick ass n*ggas down on the f*ckin' ground
Takin' a hit of that light green sh*t, a n*gga finna vamp for clout
Clickin' like a maniac, ridin' in the f*ckin' 'Llac
Smokin' on the big blunt thang
My chrome Gat chillin' like a villain while I'm smokin' on a big sack
[Verse 7: MC Wicked]
Watch me flippin' this track like the Olympics
n*gga, I got one son, f*ck them triplets
I just had to tell y'all, since y'all been wonderin'
Skinny got that bass punderin', can y'all hear the thunderin'?
n*ggas give me love as I vamp from this track
And I won't even trip, 'cause I know they got my back
So peace to the East, n*gga
Sress to the West, n*gga
I'm off to the North, n*gga
I see y'all, and I wouldn't wanna' be ya'll

[Outro]
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