Ain't Having It Lyrics by H.A.W.K.

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(feat. Chris Ward) [talking:] Chris Wizzard, ha-ha I mean what you expect man, we here (and we on top of our game, be young on top of our game) Cause boys out here having money man, no doubt (the independent route), they acting like they don't know But you know what it is, (it's a big game out here man Boys should really learn, how to play this game It's really some'ing, serious out here man) [H.A.W.K.:] Ain't having that and that's a fact, I put that on Screw and Pat So y'all cats better back-back, before I start to react And attack with a glock or mack, creating holes like a full back When I cock and aim and pull that, I bet ya you won't pull back I'm a cool cat and I keep it real, big dude with sex appeal That will kill if a nigga feel, he wanna share his might skills I'm so real can't stand fake, can't stand those that playa hate It's money to make so why hate, let's all get this damn cake I ain't having that cause I ain't the one, I'ma show you how to do this son I rap for fun, and make niggaz look dumb How come I don't know, I was gifted with the flow I bust a flow for my lil' bro, before I let go (damn H.A.W.K. you hot like lava), ain 't having it so don't bother You take it any further, I will use the problem solver H-A-Dub-K, move bitch get out the way You heard what the song say, we meant what we say [Hook: x2] I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, I ain't having it I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother You take it any further, I will use the problem solver [Chris Ward:] Hey big homie you ain't having this, so we ain't having that These haters swear they G's, like I don't know they just rapping that They couldn't see us, if they was the third letter of the alphabet I murder bar for bar, you think Chris Ward is half the track I be's all over the block in the booth, kinda like a acrobat Dollar for dollar, stack for stack In fact I'm facing multiple chargers, for organized rhyme And the whack is scared of flow, cause I glorify's my grind Lyrically, my delivery is conspiracy Cause I force heat up to the public, so feircfully So damn if you feeling me, cause I know that you fearing me And F' the F-E-D's, cause I know that you hearing me It's like I'm seeing H.A.W.K. in my sleep, so when I crawl on the creep I keep extra heat on the seat, when I'm flossing one deep Why I'm on that other shit, that spit it for my brother shit That hardcore gutter shit, yeah-yeah [Hook x2] [talking:] Yeah that's right, well that's pretty much the gist of it You dig Big H.A.W.K., H-A-W-K Screwed Up Click for life, the five star general You got that big homie, Ghetto Dreams anywho This your young B-Gizzle, C. Wizzzle And I'm here so we here, ya know

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