I Ain't Havin' That

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Boot Camp Clik is an American hip hop supergroup from Brooklyn, New York, which is composed of Buckshot (of Black Moon), Smif-N-Wessun, also known as Cocoa Brovaz (Tek and Steele), Heltah Skeltah (Rock and Ruck, aka Sean Price), O.G.C. (Originoo Gunn Clappaz) (Starang Wondah, Top Dog, and Louieville Sluggah. All of its members are from the Brownsville section of Brooklyn as well as Buckshot who is from the Crown Heights section and Tek who is from the Bedford-Stuyvesant section. more »


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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) 

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 f*ck 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 


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 f*ck 
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 

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 f*ck 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 be	 you wildin 
My dick don't stay out my high stop ridin (My Diiick) 

Son niggaz 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. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back f*ck that 
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) 
We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in the back f*ck that 
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that) 

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 f*ck 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 

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 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 niggaz 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 niggaz owe me dough besta get my trap f*ck 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 rappaz outside of the Grammy's 
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 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 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) 

And when you know, that when your MFC, your MFC for life 
98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc Holiday

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