Starang: they don't like us

Rock: word up

Starang: they don't like us

Rock: they ain't gotta like us fuck them son



[starang]

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 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 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 (aiyyo)



[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 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 (pow)

Act like you know now

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



Chorus:



I ain't havin that - 4x



Shit yo game be asses i got two passes to the baja

Ah ha then turn into night we fuck

Yo cars superthug privelage

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 overdeuce deuce the feds



[rock]

Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit i ain't havin

First of all there wont 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 (speeed)

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 dont stay out my high stop ridin (my diiick)



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. marshalls 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)



[ruck]

Yo, yo.. "where ya at?"

To all my peoples henessey 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 shhhh



[doc holiday]

U.s. marshall and your little wittle 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 - 5x



[ruck]

You dont 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)

Ya'll niggaz think ya'll gone 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)



[starang]

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 siiiide)

That meet me at the airport carryin weed in they trenchcoats

In business class eatin french toast and coffee

Tell the stewartess 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)



Starang:

And when you know, that when your mfc, your mfc for life

98 shit, willam h. duren, doc holiday


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