Let You Havit

Yeah 

Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit 
It's like the P Funk we funk so its gotsta hit 
And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G 
The nigga Mista Quik  that's me from the see to the P to the T 

And when I'm givin it up for my hood you can't clown 
'Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down 
And then we're rollin back to the spot where they hang 
(Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang 

Makin that grip and stackin the chips high 
Ballin never fallin I gots to stay fly 
Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat 
I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that 

And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin 
The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin 
But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static 
But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and I'ma let you havit 

Yeah yeah 
Huh, I'ma let you havit 
Yeah 
Check this 

Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video 
But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe 
And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape 
But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say 

("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W-C") 
We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission 
Comin' up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is 
Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitches 

So take this shit back to your set if you got one 
And I'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun 
And if you come back fuckin around I'ma take your life 
Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife? 

So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack 
And Mista Quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack 
So keep on rollin in your Camry or your Rabbit but 
if I catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit 

Ahh yeah 
Gotta let you havit 
Huh, I'ma let you havit