No Shorts And No Sleep

Lyrics

[Hook] I'm thinking mad deep No shorts and no sleep [Verse 1: 3rd Eye] Now let me see now Check it, it's about to get hectic I'm ready to wreck it Heck, can I kick it? I want to get wicked with it Hit it; I did it again, right back up in you And you know I been through more drama than your mama Why continue stepping to me? Who you be? You can't see the booty Like Hootie back in BBD video, he don't have the title My style's homicidal, vital; you're better off trying to see the devil Bibles I'm liable to hurt something, no fronting And I don't be getting blunted, either I get splifted, uplifted Want to get a whiff, kid? You got to get it And swift, kid, but don't risk it You'll just get ripped and torn up Slow up, you don't want to see me blow up; hold up Word up, let me light the nerve up there Oh no, now you geteing kicked to the curb, we 3rd Eye And we back on a PMD track, believe that See that; where's the mic at, black? Let me get that Shouldn't have ever did that Get back, black; I'm about to act up, Jack Go rip the track, crack 'em up and tack 'em in They can kick the flavor quick Known dick, damn right I stick her Get the bitch and hit ya Make you run and get your gun I ain't the one, son of a bitch [Verse 2] Baby, don't you know Step into the duke of the residence Meet my brake pence and not shelter the residents Beside, inside is where I reside and Where's 3rd Eye? Tell me, where are they hiding? Word is bond, we like peas in a pod Soaking up the sunlight in this garden called Hit Squad And that's raw, now don't cross that Or we'll have to send you back across the water Please remember that Flip his lid for the format 'Cept it's 95 and we ain't looking back, so Just now hit me, analyze that Shit's about to change, this my response for that Where they at? Watch a killer with the same fact Boy, you need to step back before you catch your rap attack lighter For the race, cause you know you can't win Your shit's paper thin -- lemme in, lemme in [Hook] [Verse 3: Top Quality] And they was ready for those lyrics we brung back in the day Couldn't comprehend the motions I've grown and tone to slay Niggas that want to come sit my way, I won't play Maybe catch you where you stay; I might, I took flight When the sun went down, stars wild at night Then the smoke reflect the moons on layers so with the light That once got bedrocks, the tired of that knocks Charlie plotting with the pens locked safe, give me my space Damn bitch pulled out the mace, sprayed it up your face Got 'em caught up in the first night stake It's too late In the zone, got 'em cutting for home What would I tell ya on the cellular Now his face welled up All in the yuck from the stuff I stampede Deep in the valley where some niggas roll deep, so don't sleep Wake up, beep beep, beware All that shit you're talking, kid, can't hear Over there, right there [Hook] [Verse 4: Roland Harris] I was known for slapping domes, blocking alpha like clutch Break the state's escape, all these stupid motherfuckers I'm slapping birdies, word G Know you heard me Filthy dirty rolling Get that whole wig broken I'm strolling through, plus I see weed Make your coochie lips bleed It's pure agony None of these niggas is bagging me Steaming circles from the corner Kid, I warned ya I'm on the path to smash that ass fast There's no sleeping when I'm creeping Get that nose skated into the street and just get peeping While I'm keeping you screaming Visions of incision, brain waves hectic Vexed, infected You get totally wrecked, so set it You better just get that ass ready for the racks So the road is sprawling Calling out my name in effect What the fuck is it you really saying? I blasted once and caught bodies in a mass of dirty ones Pop tops like soda Flip flow north like Yoda So heed us over the mounting typhoon or range rover [Verse 5: Lavell Bass] And it ain't over As shit starts, smell the sparks Niggas is screaming crab hearts And duck these crazy red dots beaming All is loose so all is lost Crowds get caught up captive We blast, we catch coroners cutting caskets Automatics vaporizing mortal men Thoughts with force and scorching scores of Holocaust Of course 'cause it's the Hit Squad It's raw PMD, blast a path through the wasteland Travelers, Zone 7 and the Aftermath Kid, don't make plans [Hook] [Verse 6: PMD] The frequency jammed, damn Catch the backhand, scram Record the funk that I swing the Tascam Chrome microphone Check me out, yo, in the end zone 7, 3rd Eye, TQ, PMD's home Of the Hit Squad, representing hard You can't see or trap me on your radar So slip and get caught up in the death pit Darkness nowhere, where the souls quit Far from minding business, brothers on my diz-nick More than equipped to bring it, so save the lip, kid Hit Squad's in the house Stay tuned for the drama, peace out Gotta bounce