Ty Nitty - Never Talk lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy] Word, word, word, permit, permit, permit Ay word, word, word, yea, permit, permit It's simply time to spank n***as It's time to spank these n***as Permit, permit, permit Ay word, word, word [Verse One: 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 sh** you pulled Eyy'day, we gon' graveyard shift for you We gon' take turn stakin' your crib, watchin' your moves Calculatin' your steps, plottin' on your head, dunn How you gon' leave a job half done How you gon' buck my man and walk around like you did sumin' Like he don't got family dukes Like we ain't gon' ride for his gun shot wounds My n***a 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 f** about them motha'f**in' goons you got All time n***as get shot, be in Brooklyn, Manhattan Queens and the Bronx, Long Island, Staten Island Now let's get it on! [Hook I: Prodigy] C'mon let's be men about things When my gun bangs and you hit Don't snitch, don't squeal n***as wanna buck their gun But when they get touched they tell Even if I'm layin' on my d**h bed On my way outta here, dawg I won't talk, I won't tell, I won't squeal I'mma just make sure n***as get peeled Somebody get k**ed [Verse Two: Havoc] Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo, um, yo, yo It's amazin' how these h*mo n***as talk like b**hes Claim they're thug, get bagged, now switch position Don't know a n***a behind them closed doors Is he talkin'?, or keep it gangsta at all? Mouf tight, who gives a f**, let them pin that murder Knows nothin' about nothin', it won't go no further They could catch me red handed with the smokin' burner Most of y'all n***as, probably fold and shiver Like a b**h that couldn't even hold a ligger But when that a** hit the block, that a** is gon' get sicker Cause um, we don't play those games f** 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 n***as wanna snitch, it's only right I hate on it I'mma give that a** and I put weight on it That motha'f**a empty sh**, yea we on it [Hook II: 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 layin' on the d**h bed On my way outta here, dawg I won't talk, I won't tell, I won't squeal I'mma just make sure heads get peeled n***as get k**ed [Verse Three: Ty Nitty] Yo, yo, yo, yo When it was time to ride, we rode Emptied out and reload I was tryin' to hit 'em in his dome Likely I didn't, but I think I hit 'em That n***a ain't dead, so we ain't done wit 'em He must be out of his f**in' mind f**in' wit mine, now that n***a 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 n***a get himself in somethin' deep For thinkin' somethin' sweet Now I'mma peel his f**in' 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 n***as, so I ride for my n***as And if it gotta be then I'll die for my n***as And if they can't live unless if I get you Then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do, fo' real