Heltah Skeltah - I Ain't Havin' That lyrics

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 newness (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 wanted "hot s**" 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 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 f** up probably cryin hold down Tired of punk a**es takin sh** for a joke Now watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (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 Run before the rap when 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 wont 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 the magnum force man rip you get lit the f** up (speeed) Like a spliff of 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 dont stay out my high stop ridin (my diiick) Son n***az 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 ol 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 thinking When i co*k back my pistol drop back and whistle For my n***as to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude We miss you stick a n***as roll and his fool clique I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull shhhh [doc holiday] U.s. marshall and your little wittle when left is caught up on my pillow Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you f**in f*g 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***az 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 dont 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az on the west coast (west siiiide) That meet me at the airport carryin weed 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