Gimisum Family - No Hesitation
[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Before we go, you know how the Gimisum do it
This goes out, to all you player hatin' niggas and bitches
Like that funky ass sheriff bitch
We used to dance at the "Men's club"
Dance at "Platinum Plus" now it go by the name of "Dream"
Them bitches will fall soon, standin' near, fool
Player hatin' bitches, stay out the motherfuckin' business, or somebody do some bad to your funky ass
And this goes out, for all you player hatin' motherfuckers, bitch
The Gimisum, thick up in this motherfucker
And we finna' do this shit like this, right here
For all you player haters
[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
I'm full of that fuckin' 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 fuck a ho
Think of somethin', Gimisum Dungeon
Fuck all you bitches, you better start runnin'
Strizzap be up in my focus but none of y'all niggas 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 niggas down, no lesser, then a fuckin' ounce
Nigga, pass the fuckin' weed, smokin' that dope is my physical need
Nigga be smokin' that dope with that buster dick bitch 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 bitches 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: Lil Debo]
Blast on a punk ass, nigga, no hesitation
Pull my trigger, my mind is fucked up to the fullest, Glock cocked, pull it
Niggas wanna' player hate, smilin' like my bitch ditched me
You better stand fifty feet, or your ass will end up six feet deep
Murder, killin', caps I'm peelin', landin', stangin' lemons down
Some of these hollow-point bullets I'm constantly shootin', will leave your body numb
Long time ago, my niggas smoked that weed
Now they run around, work for a dollar, just to snort that P
Never had 'nough, bullshit, but they got 'nough 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, bitch
[Verse 3: Big Hill]
I'm throwin' that ode to the G's, smokin' on swisher sweats
Ridin' down the street, loced out from the smoke
This dope I chose to copp' [must wan't sweat a nigga ?]
That's pullin' them triggers
What makes them figure, that they can chase and mace a real nigga?
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 shit, to the big man, that sellin' this crack and gets
People whoopin' eachothers of that
Knockin' eachothers flat to the ground, when we clown, fucks 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 nigga 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 bitches know how I feel
And to you instigatin', player hatin', talkin' behind a nigga 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 nigga, 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 Ox and Vogues
Late at night them junkies hurt, fienin' for a fuckin' hit
Say he need a dime with six dollars, he ain't talkin' since
Ain't no credit, nigga, better bring it to the main
Full sprint, ain't no sight of creep, 'cause I'm causin' pain
And these niggas, who claimin' they rob
Be these niggas, who savin' these hoes
And these bitches, 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 nigga 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 fuckin' Jason mask, I can't forget my .40 Glock
Finna' lay these trick ass niggas down, on the fuckin' ground
Takin' a hit of that light green shit, a nigga finna' vamp for clout
Clickin' like a maniac, ridin' in the fuckin' '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
Nigga, I got one son, fuck 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'?
Niggas 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, nigga, stress to the West, nigga
I'm off to the North, nigga
I see y'all, and I wouldn't wanna' be ya'll
[Outro]
Before we go, you know how the Gimisum do it
This goes out, to all you player hatin' niggas and bitches
Like that funky ass sheriff bitch
We used to dance at the "Men's club"
Dance at "Platinum Plus" now it go by the name of "Dream"
Them bitches will fall soon, standin' near, fool
Player hatin' bitches, stay out the motherfuckin' business, or somebody do some bad to your funky ass
And this goes out, for all you player hatin' motherfuckers, bitch
The Gimisum, thick up in this motherfucker
And we finna' do this shit like this, right here
For all you player haters
[Verse 1: Lil Yo]
I'm full of that fuckin' 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 fuck a ho
Think of somethin', Gimisum Dungeon
Fuck all you bitches, you better start runnin'
Strizzap be up in my focus but none of y'all niggas 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 niggas down, no lesser, then a fuckin' ounce
Nigga, pass the fuckin' weed, smokin' that dope is my physical need
Nigga be smokin' that dope with that buster dick bitch 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 bitches 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: Lil Debo]
Blast on a punk ass, nigga, no hesitation
Pull my trigger, my mind is fucked up to the fullest, Glock cocked, pull it
Niggas wanna' player hate, smilin' like my bitch ditched me
You better stand fifty feet, or your ass will end up six feet deep
Murder, killin', caps I'm peelin', landin', stangin' lemons down
Some of these hollow-point bullets I'm constantly shootin', will leave your body numb
Long time ago, my niggas smoked that weed
Now they run around, work for a dollar, just to snort that P
Never had 'nough, bullshit, but they got 'nough 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, bitch
[Verse 3: Big Hill]
I'm throwin' that ode to the G's, smokin' on swisher sweats
Ridin' down the street, loced out from the smoke
This dope I chose to copp' [must wan't sweat a nigga ?]
That's pullin' them triggers
What makes them figure, that they can chase and mace a real nigga?
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 shit, to the big man, that sellin' this crack and gets
People whoopin' eachothers of that
Knockin' eachothers flat to the ground, when we clown, fucks 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 nigga 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 bitches know how I feel
And to you instigatin', player hatin', talkin' behind a nigga 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 nigga, 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 Ox and Vogues
Late at night them junkies hurt, fienin' for a fuckin' hit
Say he need a dime with six dollars, he ain't talkin' since
Ain't no credit, nigga, better bring it to the main
Full sprint, ain't no sight of creep, 'cause I'm causin' pain
And these niggas, who claimin' they rob
Be these niggas, who savin' these hoes
And these bitches, 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 nigga 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 fuckin' Jason mask, I can't forget my .40 Glock
Finna' lay these trick ass niggas down, on the fuckin' ground
Takin' a hit of that light green shit, a nigga finna' vamp for clout
Clickin' like a maniac, ridin' in the fuckin' '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
Nigga, I got one son, fuck 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'?
Niggas 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, nigga, stress to the West, nigga
I'm off to the North, nigga
I see y'all, and I wouldn't wanna' be ya'll
[Outro]
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