Heltah Skeltah, Doc Holiday, Starang Wondah - I Ain't Havin' That lyrics

Starang Wondah: They don't like us
Rock: Word Up
Starang Wondah: 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 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 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 I ran and got the Lex
(aiyyo)

Aiyyo 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

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

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)
US 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
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

US 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)

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)

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 si i i i de)
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 your MFC
Your MFC for life
'98 shit, Willam H duren, Doc Holiday