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*ggas
It's time to spank these n*ggas
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*t 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*gga 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*ck about them motha'f*ckin' goons you got
All time n*ggas 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*ggas wanna buck their gun
But when they get touched they tell
Even if I'm layin' on my death 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*ggas get peeled
Somebody get killed

[Verse Two: Havoc]
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo, um, yo, yo
It's amazin' how these homo n*ggas talk like b*tches
Claim they're thug, get bagged, now switch position
Don't know a n*gga behind them closed doors
Is he talkin'?, or keep it gangsta at all?
Mouf tight, who gives a f*ck, 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*ggas, probably fold and shiver
Like a b*tch 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
f*ck 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*ggas wanna snitch, it's only right I hate on it
I'mma give that ass and I put weight on it
That motha'f*cka empty sh*t, 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 death 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*ggas get killed

[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*gga ain't dead, so we ain't done wit 'em
He must be out of his f*ckin' mind
f*ckin' wit mine, now that n*gga 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*gga get himself in somethin' deep
For thinkin' somethin' sweet
Now I'mma peel his f*ckin' 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*ggas, so I ride for my n*ggas
And if it gotta be then I'll die for my n*ggas
And if they can't live unless if I get you
Then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do, fo' real