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letra de let you havit (original version) - dj quik

[verse 1]
it’s 8:35, gotta get up, take a bath, brush my t–th and hit the streets
’cause i gotta lotta beef wit n-ggas like you and you tryna f-ck wit the q
mr. quik, that’s me, from the c to the p to the t
and when i gets down for my hood you can’t stand it
one hand it, i take your b-tch like bandit
then i rolls back to the spot where they slang
everybody bumpin’ g thang so it’s just a street thang
makin’ that money everyway that they can
but when you peeps me i got the pistol in my hand
’cause a jakkmove ain’t never been a wack move
if you got a gat and a motive, you can make a whole pack move
so you know that the street is where i’m comin’ from
and my crew is still deep, we’ll have you runnin’ son
but if i’m ever solo with my strap then i’ma grab it
and if i peep you ‘fore you peep me i’ma let you havit

[chorus]
i’ma let you havit
i’ma let you havit
i’ma let you havit

[verse 2]
somebody told me that you dissed me
in your video
but i ain’t trippin ’cause i’m knowin’ you ain’t nuttin’ but a silly ho
sayin’ that i dissed you first on my underground tape
if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
(“to the top of the tree, for c-m-w to see”)
we wasn’t dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
comin up with the quik-ness, n-gga you know who’s d-ck this is
down in the throats of the compton’s most b-tchest
so take this sh-t back to your set if you got one
and i’ma be puttin the double 0 bucks in the shotgun
and if you come back f-ckin’ around you gon’ lose your life
why would you come back to a gunfight, with a f-ckin knife?
so there it is mc eiht, cause you’re kinda wack
and mista quik don’ kicked them down with another sack
so keep on rollin’ in your sentra or your rabbit
but if i catch you slippin’ in my hood, i’ma let you havit
[chorus]
hah
i’ma let you havit
i’ma let you havit
i’ma let you havit

[verse 3]
now i gotta give it up to my n-ggas tho
because we hangin’
b-tches still jockin’, records still slangin’
2nd ii none, amg, penthouse players, playin’
hi-c, hamm and my n-gga jfn
but there’s still a motherf-cker that i gotta blast
house of pain, fake irish f-ggot everlast
and when i catch yo ass, i’ma rush you to the dirt
and give you back your bagpipes and your checkers skirt
you little [?] [?] b-tch
why you tryna clown
i kicked you up yo ass, that’s why you jump around, little ho
’cause the darkskin color’s what you fiending
carcass mountain dwelling leopard mutant, you don’t know the meaning
so get up out this game that you chose
’cause rap is for the blacks not you albinos
no i’m not a racist
but i hate a f-ggot
and i know my purpose f-ckin’ devil that’s to let you havit
[chorus]
i’ma let you havit
yeah, i’ma let you havit
i’ma let you havit

- dj quik

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