Never

Lyrics

[Ad lib: RZA] Yo, exclusive (exclusive) (I'm inside the motherfucking refrigerator) J.. J-Love [Intro: RZA] Yo, it makes no sense Why the fuck is y'all niggas so dense? Trying to jump the fence You trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents Like this nigga Flint, he had no fucking sense [Verse 1: RZA] Trying to disrespect the Prince, make a hit like Bucky Dent Money clip clenched, all his dollars and cents Wouldn't give a dime to a wench Even though catching cream was a cinch From still penny pinch on the park bench Holding his nine inch tight as a wrench Bent til' his eye squint FZA-FZA-FZA-Flusty from the dust, you could smell the stench Money green cream from wintergreen mints Spent his time in limousines, slightly tint Wherever he went, cause an incident With 10 henchmen jumping outta doors, suspension Lincoln Ready for lynching any competition, thinking They could catch him while he be drinking Big niggas be shrinking when he come through A major player, said he was the Alpha and Omega But still slipped the 40 ounce from the local bodega Wait…wait, this fucker, Money Talk like Chris Tucker Bitch stuck a shoe game like Miss Rucker [Chorus x2: RZA] Never give your gun to a friend 'Cause he'll never bring it over again Never leave your ho alone With your dog, 'cause he might try to bury his bone [Verse 2: Free Murda] What's this O talk about, she used to have blocks I don't wanna hear about ya man crack spots I don't wanna hear about that van with black Glocks About 102 of us like the dogs wit' the black dots Better keep ya mind and ya hand on that stashbox We rolled up with more cars than that Matchbox Pop one right in ya chat box, niggas don't wanna gatbox They wan' chatbox, my gat cocked Have niggas taking up back blocks Can't walk through the middle 'cause they talk just a little Too much, niggas want more than a little That's too much, for a draw, send a dog to his kennel He boozed up, like a plumber, keep my tools up I'm icy, the R.L. Stine, I got the Goosebumps Got hit in the head, that's how he dumbfounded Got hit so much he thought he was surrounded Now I'm lounging, been had them thousands Free stack more bricks than a project housing My guns make Five Hearts Beat, like Robert Townsend I be five cars deep, right in ya town, son Talking all slick 'til I send that kite He ain't "Three's Company", pumping Nicks at Nite We ain't need company, we got chicks at night Niggas need company 'cause we got fifths at night (blaow!) [Chorus x2: RZA] Never give your gun to a friend 'Cause he'll never bring it over again Never leave your ho alone With your dog, 'cause he might try to bury his bone