I Ain't Havin' That Lyrics - Singles - Heltah Skeltah

They don't like us 

Word up 

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 newness 

(Now, by all means) 

I do a show in New Orleans 

And get wit b'out 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 y'all up in D&D) 

I caught two and 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 

Aiyo, 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, 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 fuck up, probably cryin' hold down 

Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a joke 

Now, watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door 

Act like you know now 

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

I ain't havin' that 

I ain't havin' that 

I ain't havin' that 

I ain't havin' that 

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

Then turn into night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege 

I ain't got to brag because I did it 

Run before the rap when 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 over, deuce, 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 the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up 

(Speed) 

Like a spliff of human torch, man, this shit scorchin' 

Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin' 

Bitin' my shit a make your teeth hurt 

Word is bond Jovi B you wildin' 

My dick don't stay out, my high stop ridin' 

(My dick) 

Son, niggaz 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. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck that 

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

We could take it ol' 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 Hennessey 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 thinking 

When I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle 

For my niggas to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude 

We miss you, stick a niggas roll and his fool clique 

I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull 

U.S. Marshall and your little, whittle, when left is caught up on my pillow 

Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag 

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, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass 

You niggaz lick ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass 

Doin' the Macarana over 2 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'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 niggaz 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) 

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

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

And if you niggaz 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 niggaz on the West coast 

(West side) 

That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed 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. 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 

And when you know that when you're MFC, you're MFC for life 

98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday