Never RZA (Ft. Free Murda)

[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