Never Talk

(albüm: The Infamous Archives - 2007)

[Intro: Prodigy]
Word, word, word, permit, permit, permit
Ay word, word, word, yea, permit, permit
It's simply time to spank niggaz
It's time to spank these niggaz
Permit, permit, permit
Ay word, word, word

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Listen, if it's war me and my dunns gon' come through
We gon' be right there, we gon' lay for you
And we gon' make sure you pay for that shit you pulled
Eyy'day, we gon' graveyard shift for you
We gon' take turn staking your crib, watching your moves
Calculating your steps, plotting on your head, dunn
How you gon' leave a job half done
How you gon' buck my man and walk around like you did suming
Like he don't got family dukes
Like we ain't gon' ride for his gun shot wounds
My nigga took two in his lungs, one in his face
And you gon' pay the ultimate toll for his pain
And I don't give a fuck about them motha'fucking goons you got
All time niggaz get shot, be in Brooklyn, Manhattan
Queens and the Bronx, Long Island, Staten Island
Now let's get it on!

[Chorus 1: Prodigy]
C'mon let's be men about things
When my gun bangs and you hit
Don't snitch, don't squeal
Niggaz wanna buck their gun
But when they get touched they tell
Even if I'm laying on my death bed
On my way outta here, dawg
I won't talk, I won't tell, I won't squeal
I'ma just make sure niggaz get peeled
Somebody get killed

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo, um, yo, yo
It's amazing how these homo niggaz talk like bitches
Claim they're thug, get bagged, now switch position
Don't know a nigga behind them closed doors
Is he talkin'?, or keep it gangsta at all?
Mouf tight, who gives a fuck, let them pin that murder
Knows nothing about nothing, it won't go no further
They could catch me red handed with the smoking burner
Most of y'all niggaz, probably fold and shiver
Like a bitch that couldn't even hold a ligger
But when that ass hit the block, that ass is gon' get sicker
'Cause um, we don't play those games
Fuck around, probably gave the D's a list with our Government names
Got a slug with your name on it and the date on it
Niggaz wanna snitch, it's only right I hate on it
I'ma give that ass and I put weight on it
That motha'fucka empty shit, yea we on it

[Chorus 2: Prodigy]
C'mon let's be men about things
When my gun bangs and you hit
Don't snitch
'Cause when I layed in the emergency and D's came to question me
I ain't speak
Even when I'm laying on the death bed
On my way outta here, dawg
I won't talk, I won't tell, I won't squeal
I'ma just make sure heads get peeled
Niggaz get killed

[Verse 3: Ty Nitty]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
When it was time to ride, we rode
Emptied out and reload
I was trying to hit 'em in his dome
Likely I didn't, but I think I hit 'em
That nigga ain't dead, so we ain't done wit 'em
He must be out of his fucking mind
Fucking wit mine, now that nigga gotta get it one mo' time
Word to my mother, it's on when he recover
He bucked my dunn, now it's gon' repercussion
Man that nigga get himself in something deep
For thinking something sweet
Now I'ma peel his fucking meat
If he ain't tell the cops already
It's time for you to go, whether or not you're read
'Cause I love my niggaz, so I ride for my niggaz
And if it gotta be then I'll die for my niggaz
And if they can't live unless if I get you
Then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do, fo' real