Starang: They don't like us
Rock: Word Up
Starang: They don't like us
Rock: They ain't gotta like us f** them son
[Starang]
Starang, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama
Hangin your a** upside-down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Stop the whole sh** 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
(While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three stitches
I was still gettin b**hes 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 (aiyyo)
[Rock]
Aiyyo sh** 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 b**h 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 f** up calm ya cryin' ho down
Tired of punk ba*tards taking sh** 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 b**h no doubt
Chorus:
I ain't havin that - 4X
sh** yo game be a**es I got two pa**es to the Baja
Ah ha then turn into night we f**
Yo cars superthug privelage
I ain't got to brag because I did it
Long before the rappin', I was scrappin'
On these motherf**in 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 overdeuce deuce the feds
[Rock]
Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the sh** I ain't havin
First of all there won't be no more talkin out yo a** man
I ain't havin no back stabbin I ain't havin sh**
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 of Magnum Force man, riff, you get lit the f** up
Like a spliff or Human Torch man, this sh** scorchin
Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin
Bitin my sh** a make your teeth hurt
Word is bond - jovi B you wildin
My dick don't say Yamaha, stop ridin (My Diiick)
Son n***as tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Run up in the piece think you gone dead that f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
U.S. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
We could take it old school at 3 meet me in the back f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
[Ruck]
Yo, yo.. "where ya at?"
To all my peoples Henessey pa**ed off
Give a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin Ruck is shakin the foundation
Wit some groundbreakin sh** that'll leave the town quakin
When I co*k back my pistol drop back and whistle
For my n***as to hold me down because this clown bout' to get hit duke
And if u think a n***a won't let his tool click
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH
[Doc Holiday]
U.S. Marshal William Willow left his card up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you f**in FEDS
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 f** it to me dated by a wip a**
You n***as lick a** we blast gas pletal freak ma**
Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't havin that)
I ain't havin that - 5X
[Ruck]
You don't got no wins in mi casa
My sh**'s proper you still s**in 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 n***as on the wall write that smoke crack f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Yo ya smack me and I smack you back f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Ya'll n***as think ya'll gone come around here flashin' track f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
And if you n***as owe me dough besta get my trap f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
[Starang]
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 k**in 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 n***as on the west coast (WEST SIIIIDE)
That meet me at the airport carryin heat in they trenchcoats
In business cla** eatin french toast and coffee
Tell the stewartess 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 f** 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 f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Son don't f** her raw here's a jimmy hat f** that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
Here's a tic-tac your breath smell like a** crack f** that (Wooooo)
Starang:
And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life
98 sh**, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday