I`ll Wait

[PMD]<br>Ah... yeah.. check it, 9-4 (yeah)<br>Turn it up one notch<br>Yeah, this goes out to the brothas in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)<br>All the brothas to the east coast, west coast (word)<br>Sittin in them cars, you know what I`m sayin` (word `em up)<br>Ready to blow them amps, yeah hit them bass buttons<br>To all the get low posses, you know what I`m sayin`<br>Zone 7 in the house (word `em up) Word bond<br>Got my man Lavell to the left, my man Roland Harris ridin` shotgun<br>And of course DJ Scratch on the 1 and 2 (yeah)<br>Yo, Lavell, you ready to flip dough in 9-4? Sic `em, champ<br><br>[Lavell]<br>I`m snakebitten, spittin` venom infected with the outrageous<br>contagious spreadin`, nobody`s protected<br>Microphones floatin` freely through zones, crushin` clones<br>So don`t disturb me and the Mic Doc, searchin` real domes<br>Push the button, helter skelter, guard your mental<br>Shit`s past the point, on the brink not blinkin` is essential<br>Niggaz blast the joint, niggaz blastin` niggaz while I`m blastin<br>Spastically out of electric sockets rarely seen like Hailey`s Comet<br>What was that? Bring it back. What was that? Shit was tight, fat<br>All that new vocabulary get the bozack<br>Squad, the Def Squad, your brain is numb<br>Lavell Bass, Roland Harris and Parrish Smith stomp that cranium<br><br>[Roland Harris]<br>While brothas swingin` they paws often, knowin` who it is, it`s teleportic<br>Me, I`m Roland Harris, he`s movin past the Lavell staff<br>His only images of a god is, yo, when you see the<br>PMD rolled a massive squad yo if you peter<br>See me no jack joke to jack rope-a-dope, no no no no<br>We got bloody palms suddy, fuckin` already knew that though<br>Crazy is the peels the reals going to ace you over gills<br>The most fucked up shit`s about to hit the streets, which is worse, G, Me<br>Oh, they givin` out guns, yo. Gun control bills<br>But they called Big Ro ill, causin` our brothas to sit back and chill<br>Until align the squad G, free the squad in me<br>Fire exquisite looking feature, meager. And if anyone tries to<br>Put out these flames our chairs we throw `em, pistol smoke, then BLAST<br>At last, you know who to hand the cash, the brotha with the black hoodie<br>Brotha AR fatigued, should he, nigga play post rhyme<br>Time me, 70 worst as we burst out in 84 contact go pussy<br>And we out, G<br><br>[PMD]<br>I`m sittin` in the crib, wonderin` where a sunset`s at (Ha, Ha, Ha...)<br>I`m crosstown in the zone with my hand on the gat<br>Yeah, I got this. That`s why they call me Swiss Smith, no bullshit<br>Strictly biz, not havin` it<br>It`s too many rap hits for niggaz to be checkin` me, I`m wreckin`, see<br>Zone 7 on the track with PMD<br>Up after hours, gunnin` niggaz down at the watchtower<br>Deep like Malcolm, deadly like gun powder<br>Sat back strapped, while brothas try to attack<br>Time to react, `cause the Hit Squad ain`t havin` that<br><br>{*vocal sample*}<br>Hit Squad in the house, Parrish Smith representin`<br>(Weak ideas irritate my ears)<br>Check check it out, check check it out<br>(Weak ideas irritate my ears)<br>(Is this the best that you can make?)<br>(Weak ideas irritate my ears)<br><br>[Roland Harris]<br>My niggaz making triple figures and we out to bring terror in all our pictures<br>I`m always lifted when I enter the 7-digit, I`m blistered<br>I grab beats and break bottles and widely stick it<br>I pull out brains and sockets and examine it, frizziness and wickedness<br>Roland Harris` and his device is like a rifle, it`s crazy vital<br><br>(Yoooooooowwwwwww!)<br><br>[PMD]<br>Back from the darkness, `bout to spark this microphone<br>Niggaz tryin` to reach me but no one`s home<br>I`m not that same nigga that bust that jam, that Gold Digger<br>I`m in the zone, looking at the real picture<br>Strike three, K`in` niggaz like a pro pitcher<br>So take a look at daddy, `cause I`m representin`<br>From Brentwood, Long Island, Brooklyn to San Quentin<br>Niggaz trippin`, bitin` my business formats and techniques like rabies<br>Juggle these, what, nuts, hard to fade, see<br>Nuff respect to Russell Simmons, peace from PMD<br>I`m out like Arsenio, that nigga`s swayze<br><br>[Lavell]<br>I flip for those who lost their mind, must`ve crossed the line<br>And saw the other side and tried to slap some rastas comin` to find a ride<br>Normals dressed in jackets frontin` like it`s warm. It`s not<br>It`s hot. You`ll sizzle internally rot, you stinkin` blood clot<br>These rugged styles I flip a while<br>And if I step into a different schizophrenic ego see those bodies file<br>Body bags fill up, I kill crews and I abuse you<br>Connivers and labbers I stick you with the Phillips screw<br>Driver, why the violence trap, so I snap<br>Hurl and unfurl with violence, fall out like hair on steroids<br>When I`m p-noid, Like PS it`s void<br>I`m-a disperse a verse that`s planted to bitch<br>`cause that`s the shit that makes my squad hit<br><br>{*vocal sample*}<br>(Weak ideas irritate my ears)<br>(Weak ideas irritate my ears)<br>(Is this the best that you can make?)<br>(Weak ideas irritate my ears)<br><br>[PMD]<br>Hit Squad<br>Zone 7<br>Niggaz stay jeal`<br>Hit Squad<br>Peace Rockafella..