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I Ain’t Havin’ That

Heltah Skeltah, Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah

Magnum Force, 1998, English

Lyrics

Pick up to six lines to make a card.

They don't like us (Word up)
They don't like us
They ain't gotta like us, fuck them, son
Starang, Forever like Wu-Tang
My crew brings drama, hangin' your ass upside-down by ya shoestring (Word up)
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole shit just to big up my crew in this
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit' "Bout It, 'Bout It" Mystikal
(Starang, we been missin' you)
Last year, ATL, we almost got physical
I can't talk now, read about it in the interview
(Like y'all up in D&D) I caught two or three stitches
I was still gettin' bitches, in The Tunnel takin' pictures
In the Mazda, listenin' to Kris - I Got Next
I wanted "Hot Sex," so, son, I ran and copped the Lex'
Ayo, shit goes down
Time to throw down, show up, this a showdown
So down low now, I'm low down
Hold down the fort now, wit' a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town, first go 'round
Your smile'll quickly be switched bitch to your frown
When I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word
Shut the fuck up calm ya cryin' ho down
Tired of punk bastards taking shit for a joke now
Watch yo' clowns, gat pointed at yo' dome (Pow!)
Act like you know now
We could be so foul, shake your hand, run up in ya bitch, no doubt
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
Shit yo, game be asses, I got two passes to the Baja
Ah ha, then turn into night we fuck
Yo cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag, because I did it
Long before the rappin', I was scrappin'
On these motherfuckin' mean streets of Brownsville, gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I make it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, strictly MACs and TECs
Head all night, over deuce-deuce the Feds
Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all, there won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't havin' no backstabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it (Why?)
Why? Why?! Why ask why?
Say goodbye to Mr. Nice Guy, say hi to the bad guy
Four horsemen, head of Magnum Force, man
Riff, you'll get lit the fuck up, somethin' like a spliff or Human Torch, man
This shit scorchin'
Do yo' research, your feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit'll make your teeth hurt
Word is Bon Jovi, B, we wildin'
My dick don't say Yamaha, stop ridin' (My diiick)
Son, niggas tryin' ta beat me in the head wit' gats – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the piece, think you gone dead that – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
U.S. Marshals at my crib, tryin' take me back – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
We could take it old school at 3, meet me in the back – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, yo... "Where ya at?"
To all my peoples Hennessy passed off
Give a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation
With some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town quakin'
When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me down, because this clown 'bout to get hit, duke
And if you think a nigga won't let his tool click
I got a full clip for you and all of ya bullshhhh
U.S. Marshal William Willow left his card up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' Feds
MFC keep it cookin' (Keep it cookin')
We emerge wit' the blueprint to plan my escape from Central Booking
Rock pick the lock, Ruck bust the sha-sha
Keep with the plastique C4, to blow the door
(Now we blow the spot) Armed and dedicated
Semi underrated, fuck it, to me dated by a whip ass
You niggas lick ass, we blast; gas pedal, feet mash
Doin' the Macarena over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't havin' that)
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
I ain't havin' that
You don't got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper, you still suckin' my kielbasa
From Hillshire, I still fire from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him tell the tale to the coppers
Clock ya comin' from the precinct, singin' operas
Met you at ya crib, from the blind side, I dropped ya
Knocked ya–teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya
Sent you Upstate to get a gun from ya poppa
Yo, live niggas on the wall, write that, smoke crack – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Ya'll niggas think ya'll gone come around here flashin' track? Fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you niggas owe me dough, best'a get my trap – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Son, you know they can't stand me
'Cause my crew pack Heat like Miami
Ran for these rappers outside of the Grammy's
They be killin' me how they willingly be grillin' me
'Cause they shorty-wop just be feelin' me
Could it be, my name, or my big gold chain?
Now when we in the airport on our way to Soul Train
I got niggas on the West Coast (West Siiiide!)
That meet me at the airport, carryin' heat in they trenchcoats
In business class, eatin' French toast and coffee
Tell the stewardess to back up off me, we on ya'll
Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great
William H., word up
And if ya call and I'm not home, then you can call me back – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a jimmy hat – fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Here's a Tic-Tac, your breath smell like ass crack – fuck that (Wooooo)
And when you know, that when you're MFC, you're MFC for life
'98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday

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