Starang: They don't like us
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Rock: Word Up
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Starang: They don't like us
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Rock: They ain't gotta like us fuck them son
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[Starang]
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Starang, forever like Wu-Tang, my crew brings drama
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hangin your ass upside-down by ya shoe strings
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Smoke tell em how we doin this
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Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
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(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
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and get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been missin you)
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Last year ATL we almost got physical
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I can't talk now read about it in the interview
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(While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three stitches
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I was still gettin bitches in the tunnel takin pictures
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In the mazda listenin to Kris ? Got Next'
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I wanted "Hot Sex" so I ran and got the Lex (aiyyo)
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[Rock]
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Aiyyo shit goes down
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Time to throw down show up this a showdown
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So down low now I'm low down
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Hold down the fort now wit a fo' pound
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blow down ya whole town first go round
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Yo smile'll quickly be switched bitch and you'll frown
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when I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out
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Lay ya gold out now and don't pronounce one word
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Shut the fuck up probably cryin hold down
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Tired of punk asses takin shit for a joke
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Now watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door (POW)
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Act like you know now
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We could be so foul shake your hand run up in ya bitch no doubt
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Chorus:
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I ain't havin that - 4X
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Shit yo game be asses I got two passes to the Baja
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Ah ha then turn into night we fuck
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Yo cars superthug privelage
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I ain't got to brag because I did it
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Run before the rap when I was scrappin
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On these motherfuckin mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin
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I ain't got to front I make it happen
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Strictly snappin necks, strictly macs and techs
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Head all night overdeuce deuce the feds
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[Rock]
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Yo matter fact here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin
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First of all there wont be no more talkin out yo ass man
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I ain't havin no back stabbin I ain't havin shit
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Run yo mouth you get smacked in it (Why) Why? why?
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Why ask why say goodbye to mister nice guy say hi to the bad guy
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Four horsemen head the magnum force man rip you get lit the fuck up (Speeed)
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Like a spliff of human torch man this shit scorchin
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Do the research your feet hurt from half-steppin
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Bitin my shit a make your teeth hurt
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Word is bond - jovi B you wildin
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My dick dont stay out my high stop ridin (My Diiick)
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Son niggaz tryin ta beat me in the head wit gats fuck that
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(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
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Run up in the piece think you gone dead that fuck that
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(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
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U.S. marshalls at my crib tryin ta take me back fuck that
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(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
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We could take it ol school at 3 meet me in the back fuck that
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(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
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[Ruck]
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Yo, yo.. "where ya at?"
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To all my peoples Henessey passed off
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Give a toast to my whole MFC
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While you clowns waitin Ruck is shakin the foundation
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Wit some groundbreakin shit that'll leave the town thinking
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When I cock back my pistol drop back and whistle
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For my niggas to hold me down because this here bout to get hit dude
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We miss you stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
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I gotta full clip for you and all of ya bull SHHHH
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[Doc Holiday]
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U.S. marshall and your little wittle when left is caught up on my pillow
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Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread you fuckin fag
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MFC keep it cookin (Keep it cookin)
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We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central brooklyn
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Rock pick the lock Ruck bust the sha sha
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Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the door (Now we blow the spot)
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Armed and dedicated semi under rated fuck it to me dated by a wip ass
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You niggaz lick ass we blast gas pletal freak mass
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Doin the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
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(We ain't havin that)
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I ain't havin that - 5X
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[Ruck]
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You dont got no wins in mi casa
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My shit's proper you still suckin my kielbasa
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From hilshire I still fire from helicopters
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Watch the birdie I heard him tell the tale to the coppers
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Clock ya comin from the precinct singin operas
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Met you at ya crib from the blind side I d |