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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "Never Talk"

(feat. Ty Nitty of Infamous Mobb)

[Intro: Prodigy]

Word, word, word, permit, permit, permit
Ay word, word, word, yea, permit, permit
It's simply time to spank ^!$$%z

It's time to spank these ^!$$%z
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 %#@! 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ about them motha'$#&@in' goons you got

All time ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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'ma just make sure ^!$$%z get peeled
Somebody get killed


[Verse 2: Havoc]
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo, um, yo, yo

It's amazin' how these !@$* ^!$$%z talk like (*##$es
Claim they're thug, get bagged, now switch position
Don't know a ^!$$% behind them closed doors

Is he talkin'?, or keep it gangsta at all?
Mouf tight, who gives a $#&@, 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 ^!$$%z, probably fold and shiver
Like a (*##$ that couldn't even hold a ligger

But when that $$# hit the block, that $$# is gon' get sicker
'Cause um, we don't play those games
$#&@ 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
^!$$%z wanna snitch, it's only right I hate on it
I'ma give that $$# and I put weight on it

That motha'$#&@a empty %#@!, 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 layin' 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

^!$$%z get killed

[Verse 3: 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 ^!$$% ain't dead, so we ain't done wit 'em
He must be out of his $#&@in' mind
$#&@in' wit mine, now that ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% get himself in somethin' deep
For thinkin' somethin' sweet
Now I'ma peel his $#&@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 ^!$$%z, so I ride for my ^!$$%z
And if it gotta be then I'll die for my ^!$$%z
And if they can't live unless if I get you

Then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do, fo' real

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