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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 Letras de cancionesNow 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 From Letras Mania