Artist: Kryme Life f/ Tommy Whispers, Triple O.G. Album: The Kryme Wave Song: Never Tell Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Kryme Life] Seem like niggas out here can't keep they muthafucking mouths shut, you dig? Niggas out there drop a dime on niggas I got too many niggas doing time, man Getting niggas labs ran up in and shit Niggas got babies, trying to feed they kids Can't move, can't walk the streets at night, man Aiyo [Chorus 2X: sample] You, can't, tell, me, that I will never tell! [Kryme Life] Niggas be more careful on the road you walking Cuz niggas be talking, just to be talking that Gangsta shit, but when it go down They coughing up information, names and shit Where you live, where you hang out, the slang and shit Your product, set you up with a sting by the narcotics The worst thing you could ever do to a man Then heard more than if you argue for a couple of grand Say you starving, nigga, eat yours, straight up and down Niggas violating street laws, you can't be around You type of niggas make it bad for B.I. I'm addicted all day I wanna smoke a C.I. And I ain't talking bout a bogey, talking bout a faggot muthafucka That be running with the police, die slow Six niggas knocked out, five Co-D's And I always thought you would ride for your homey If you ain't down with this, don't dare run your lips Cuz it might get you in a whole lotta shit And if you snitch, god forbid you do Cuz my whole crew, got the third on you [Interlude: Tommy Whispers] Yeah, you better stop with that snitching, man Tomahawk, '07, Kryme Life, yeah, blue-zi-blue [Tommy Whispers] Word disposed, I'd rather be locked up with all the goons Cuz nowadays niggas be snitching, heavy in that little room Looking at pictures, steady pointing they fingers Yeah that's Kryme and Trife Life in the lobby with Tommy Whispers But we ain't pumping nothing we collecting money from pictures We the bosses, wherever I'm at, is my office Open twenty four seven, never exhausted I get car sick, you rippers getting me nautious You need to upgrade, cop a six and split Rock a baseball fit', with some hard denim jeans And my favorite kicks, most important, I gotta sport that big four fifth Cuz niggas think something gon' change When the kid get rich, sorry, I'm always gonna be Tom Whisp That same ol' G, from the same old strip With alotta more chips, bitch, just don't snitch, snitch [Triple O.G.] Big dome, this go out to all you telling muthafuckas That's why I'm locked down now, check it, this how we do it All you telling niggas catch you in your jail cell Hot water and baby oil, instant pink By time jake make his rounds, you in your cell, stink Word of mouth, after lockdown, I'm taking your clout From the ear to the mouth, letting niggas know what you all about You riff raff telling ass niggas, lost again Got a nigga lockdown, me cover all types of claims I'm the one that's gon' take down your name Step to you, dust you off, get your popularity game up You telling ass niggas, I done had enough All you riff raff cats, wanna get back But in this game, that telling shit, you gon' lose your fame Recognize my name, you snitches get stitches, beat the fuck up Left somewhere laying, that telling shit Ain't a part of the game...