I Ain't Havin' That

[Intro: Starang Wondah & Rock]

Starang Wondah: They don't like us

Rock: Word Up

Starang Wondah: They don't like us

Rock: They ain't gotta like us fuck them son

[Verse 1: Starang Wondah]

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'

[Verse 2: Rock]

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

Yo 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

[Chorus]

I ain't havin that

I ain't havin that

I ain't havin that

I ain't havin that

[Verse 3: Doc Holiday]

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 techs

Head all night overdeuce deuce the feds

[Verse 4: Rock]

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 of Magnum Force man, riff, you 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)

[Verse 5: Ruck]

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

Wit 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 u think a nigga won't let his tool click

I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH

[Verse 6: Doc Holiday]

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 blue print 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 under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass

You niggas lick ass we blast gas-pedal feet mash

Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash

(We ain't havin' that)

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 7: Ruck]

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 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 besta get my trap fuck that

(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

[Verse 8: Starang Wondah]

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 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)

[Outro: Starang Wondah]

And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life

'98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday