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Текст песни PMD f Lavell, Roland Harris - I`ll Wait

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[PMD]Ah... yeah.. check it, 9-4 (yeah)Turn it up one notchYeah, this goes out to the brothas in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)All the brothas to the east coast, west coast (word)Sittin in them cars, you know what I`m sayin` (word `em up)Ready to blow them amps, yeah hit them bass buttonsTo all the get low posses, you know what I`m sayin`Zone 7 in the house (word `em up) Word bondGot my man Lavell to the left, my man Roland Harris ridin` shotgunAnd of course DJ Scratch on the 1 and 2 (yeah)Yo, Lavell, you ready to flip dough in 9-4? Sic `em, champ[Lavell]I`m snakebitten, spittin` venom infected with the outrageouscontagious spreadin`, nobody`s protectedMicrophones floatin` freely through zones, crushin` clonesSo don`t disturb me and the Mic Doc, searchin` real domesPush the button, helter skelter, guard your mentalShit`s past the point, on the brink not blinkin` is essentialNiggaz blast the joint, niggaz blastin` niggaz while I`m blastinSpastically out of electric sockets rarely seen like Hailey`s CometWhat was that? Bring it back. What was that? Shit was tight, fatAll that new vocabulary get the bozackSquad, the Def Squad, your brain is numbLavell Bass, Roland Harris and Parrish Smith stomp that cranium[Roland Harris]While brothas swingin` they paws often, knowin` who it is, it`s teleporticMe, I`m Roland Harris, he`s movin past the Lavell staffHis only images of a god is, yo, when you see thePMD rolled a massive squad yo if you peterSee me no jack joke to jack rope-a-dope, no no no noWe got bloody palms suddy, fuckin` already knew that thoughCrazy is the peels the reals going to ace you over gillsThe most fucked up shit`s about to hit the streets, which is worse, G, MeOh, they givin` out guns, yo. Gun control billsBut they called Big Ro ill, causin` our brothas to sit back and chillUntil align the squad G, free the squad in meFire exquisite looking feature, meager. And if anyone tries toPut out these flames our chairs we throw `em, pistol smoke, then BLASTAt last, you know who to hand the cash, the brotha with the black hoodieBrotha AR fatigued, should he, nigga play post rhymeTime me, 70 worst as we burst out in 84 contact go pussyAnd we out, G[PMD]I`m sittin` in the crib, wonderin` where a sunset`s at (Ha, Ha, Ha...)I`m crosstown in the zone with my hand on the gatYeah, I got this. That`s why they call me Swiss Smith, no bullshitStrictly biz, not havin` itIt`s too many rap hits for niggaz to be checkin` me, I`m wreckin`, seeZone 7 on the track with PMDUp after hours, gunnin` niggaz down at the watchtowerDeep like Malcolm, deadly like gun powderSat back strapped, while brothas try to attackTime to react, `cause the Hit Squad ain`t havin` that{*vocal sample*}Hit Squad in the house, Parrish Smith representin`(Weak ideas irritate my ears)Check check it out, check check it out(Weak ideas irritate my ears)(Is this the best that you can make?)(Weak ideas irritate my ears)[Roland Harris]My niggaz making triple figures and we out to bring terror in all our picturesI`m always lifted when I enter the 7-digit, I`m blisteredI grab beats and break bottles and widely stick itI pull out brains and sockets and examine it, frizziness and wickednessRoland Harris` and his device is like a rifle, it`s crazy vital(Yoooooooowwwwwww!)[PMD]Back from the darkness, `bout to spark this microphoneNiggaz tryin` to reach me but no one`s homeI`m not that same nigga that bust that jam, that Gold DiggerI`m in the zone, looking at the real pictureStrike three, K`in` niggaz like a pro pitcherSo take a look at daddy, `cause I`m representin`From Brentwood, Long Island, Brooklyn to San QuentinNiggaz trippin`, bitin` my business formats and techniques like rabiesJuggle these, what, nuts, hard to fade, seeNuff respect to Russell Simmons, peace from PMDI`m out like Arsenio, that nigga`s swayze[Lavell]I flip for those who lost their mind, must`ve crossed the lineAnd saw the other side and tried to slap some rastas comin` to find a rideNormals dressed in jackets frontin` like it`s warm. It`s notIt`s hot. You`ll sizzle internally rot, you stinkin` blood clotThese rugged styles I flip a whileAnd if I step into a different schizophrenic ego see those bodies fileBody bags fill up, I kill crews and I abuse youConnivers and labbers I stick you with the Phillips screwDriver, why the violence trap, so I snapHurl and unfurl with violence, fall out like hair on steroidsWhen I`m p-noid, Like PS it`s voidI`m-a disperse a verse that`s planted to bitch`cause that`s the shit that makes my squad hit{*vocal sample*}(Weak ideas irritate my ears)(Weak ideas irritate my ears)(Is this the best that you can make?)(Weak ideas irritate my ears)[PMD]Hit SquadZone 7Niggaz stay jeal`Hit SquadPeace Rockafella..

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