I Ain't Havin That

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 shoe strings Smoke, tell 'em how we doin' this Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness (Now, by all means) I do a show in New Orleans And get wit b'out 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 (While y'all up in D&D) I caught two and 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 I ran and got the Lex Aiyo, 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 Yo smile'll quickly be switched, bitch, and you'll 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, probably cryin' hold down Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a joke Now, watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door 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 Then turn into night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege I ain't got to brag because I did it Run before the rap when 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 techs 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 back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why? Why? (Why?) Why ask? Why say goodbye to mister nice guy? Say hi to the bad guy Four horsemen head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up (Speed) Like a spliff of human torch, man, this shit scorchin' Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin' Bitin' my shit a make your teeth hurt Word is bond Jovi B you wildin' My dick don't stay out, my high stop ridin' (My dick) Son, niggaz 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. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck that (I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that) We could take it ol' 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 Hennessey passed off Give a toast to my whole MFC While you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle For my niggas to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude We miss you, stick a niggas roll and his fool clique I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull U.S. Marshall and your little, whittle, when left is caught up on my pillow Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag MFC keep it cookin' (Keep it cookin') We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central Brooklyn Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door (Now, we blow the spot) Armed and dedicated semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass You niggaz lick ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass Doin' the Macarana 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 hilshire 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 niggaz 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) Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck that (I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that) And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, fuck that (I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that) Son, you know they can't stand me 'Cuz my crew pack heat like Miami Ran for these rappaz outside of the Grammy's They be killin' me, how they willingly be grillin' me 'Cuz 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 niggaz on the West coast (West side) That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench coats In business class, eatin' French toast and coffee Tell the stewardess to back up off me we on y'all Warned ya but y'all 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 And when you know that when you're MFC, you're MFC for life 98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday