I Aint Havin That Lyrics by Heltah Skeltah

  • Album Release Date: 1998
  • Features : {“Starang Wondah”,”Doc Holiday”}

[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 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)

[Verse 2: Rock]
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
I ain’t havin that – 4X

[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)
I ain’t havin that – 5X

[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

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