I Ain't Havin That

New day, word up, it's on

Big shot, how it's goin' down, how it's goin' down

For life, for life, son

They don't like us, they don't like us

They ain't gotta like us, fuck them

Strange, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama

Hangin' your ass upside down by your shoe strings

Smoke tell 'em how we doin' this

Stop the whole shit just to big up my crew in this

Bow by all means I do a show in New Orleans

And get with Bout it Bout it, Mystikal, Strange, we been missin' you

Last year ATL, we almost got physical

I can't talk now, read about it in the interview

Like up in D and D, I caught two and three stitches

I was still gettin' bitches in the tunnel takin' pictures

In the Mazda listening to KRS I Got Next

I wanted Hot Sex so, son, I ran and got the Lex (Ayo)

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 with a four pound

Blow down your whole town first go round

Your smile'll quickly be switched, bitch, to your frown

When I dig in your pockets and take all the dope out

Lay your gold out now and don't pronounce one word

Shut the fuck up, calm your cryin', ho, down

Tired of punk bastards takin' shit for a joke now

Watch your clowns, gat pointed at your dome, pow

Act like you know now

We could be so foul, shake your hand, run up in your bitch, no doubt

I ain't havin that

I ain't havin that

I ain't havin that

I ain't havin that

Shit your game be asses, I got two passes to the Baja

Ah-ha, then turn into night we fuck in your car, super thug privilege

I ain't got to brag because I did it

Long before the rapping, I was scrappin'

On these motherfucking 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 of 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 your ass, man

I ain't havin' no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit

****, run your 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, you get lit the fuck up like a spliff or human torch, man

This shit scorchin'

Do the research, your feet hurt from half-steppin'

Bitin' my shit'll make your teeth hurt

Word is Bon Jovi be wildin'

My dick don't say Yamaha, stop ridin' (My dick)

Son, **** tryin' to beat me in the head with gats, fuck that

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

**** run up in the piece, think we gon' dead that, fuck that

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

US marshals at my crib tryna 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 people Hennessey passed off

Give a toast to my whole MRC

While you clowns waitin' Ruck is shakin' the foundation

With some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town quakin'

When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle

For my **** to hold me down because this clown 'bout to get hit too

And if you think a **** won't let his tool click

I got a full clip for you and all of your bullshit

US Marshal William Willow left his card up on my pillow

Eat a dick between two sliced of bread, you fuckin' feds

MRC keep it cookin' (Keep it cookin')

We emerge with the blue print to plan my escape from Central Booking

Rock pick the lock, Ruck bust the sha-sha

Keep with the plastique C-4 to blow the door (Now we blow the spot)

Armed and dedicated semi under-rated

Fuck it to me, dated by a whip ass

You **** lick ass, we blast gas-pedal feet mash

Doin' the Macarena over two 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 proper

You still suckin' my kielbasa, from Hillshire, 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 your crib from the blind side, I dropped ya

Knocked ya teeth out your mouth when I popped ya

Sent you upstate to get a gun from your papa

Yo, **** that I knew was on before, right now smoke crack, fuck that

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

Yo, you smack me and I smack you back, fuck that

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

Y'all **** think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck that

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

And if you **** owe me dough best to get my trap, fuck that

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

Son, you know they can't stand me 'cause my crew pack heat like Miami

Ran for these rappers outside of the Grammys

They be killin' me how they willingly be grillin' me

'Cause 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 **** on the west coast (West side)

That meet me at the airport carryin' heat 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, work up

And if you 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

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

And you do know that when you're MFC

Yeah, MRC for life

'98 shit, ah

William H Duren, Doc Holiday