I Ain’t Havin’ That lyrics

by

Sean Price


[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 f*ck them son

[Verse 1: Starang Wondah]
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 sh*t 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' b*tches 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)

[Verse 2: Rock]
Aiyyo sh*t 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*tch 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 f*ck up calm ya cryin' ho down
Tired of punk bast*rds taking sh*t 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 b*tch no doubt
Chorus:
I ain't havin that - 4X

[Verse 3: Doc Holiday]
sh*t yo game be asses I got two passes to the Baja
Ah ha then turn into night we f*ck
Yo cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag because I did it
Long before the rappin', I was scrappin'
On these motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t 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' sh*t
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 f*ck up
Somethin' like a spliff or Human Torch man, this sh*t scorchin'
Do yo research your feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my sh*t'll make your teeth hurt
Word is Bon Jovi, B we wildin'
My di*k don't say Yamaha, stop ridin' (My Diiick)
Son n*ggas tryin' ta beat me in the head wit gats f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the piece think you gone dead that f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
U.S. marshals at my crib tryin' take me back f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
We could take it old school at 3 meet me in the back f*ck 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' sh*t that'll leave the town quakin'
When I c*ck back my pistol drop back and whistle
For my n*ggas to hold me down because this clown bout' to get hit duke
And if u think a n*gga 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 di*k between 2 slices of bread you f*ckin' 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 f*ck it to me dated by a wip ass
You n*ggas lick ass we blast gas-pedal feet mash
Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't havin' that)
I ain't havin that - 5X

[Verse 7: Ruck]
You don't got no wins in mi casa
My sh*t'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 n*ggas on the wall write that smoke crack f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo ya smack me and I smack you back f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Ya'll n*ggas think ya'll gone come around here flashin' track f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you n*ggas owe me dough besta get my trap f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck 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*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Son don't f*ck her raw here's a jimmy hat f*ck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Here's a tic-tac your breath smell like ass crack f*ck that (Wooooo)

[Outro: Starang Wondah]
And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life
'98 sh*t, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday
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