DJ Quik — Let You Havit

[DJ Quik] Yeah [Verse 1: DJ Quik] 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 C-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 niggas 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 niggas they keep on mouthin', kickin' up the static But keep on talkin' shit and I'mma let you havit [Hook] Yeah yeah Huh, I'mma let you havit Yeah Check this [Verse 2: DJ Quik] 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 ho 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 to see") 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 Bitchest So take this shit back to your set if you got one And I'mma be puttin the double aught bucks in my shotgun And if you come back fuckin' around I'mma 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 niggas 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 [Hook] Ahh yeah Gotta let you havit Huh, I'mma let you havit