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Mobb Deep - Never Talk - текст песни, видео

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(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 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 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 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'fuckin' 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 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 niggaz get peeled 
Somebody get killed 

[Verse 2: Havoc] 
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo, um, yo, yo 
It's amazin' 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 nothin' about nothin', it won't go no further 
They could catch me red handed with the smokin' 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 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 
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 tryin' 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 fuckin' mind 
Fuckin' 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 somethin' deep 
For thinkin' somethin' sweet 
Now I'ma peel his fuckin' 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
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