Havin’ Thangs D.B.A. (Ft. Luniz)

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
The game is hard to obtain
It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
When you get it, it's hard to maintain
It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
It's hard to stop slangin caine
It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
Get it before you get fame

Verse 1 *(Numskull)*

Make mine a double shot
Of cold schnapps runnin off my top lip
Freezin on the late night shift
Wit Barney Rubble jaws so cold
Scratch the crack of my ass
Cross-eyed
One on Narcs an one on Task
Fuck this I'm goin in
To fuck wit my broad an get a little helmet an a shot of hen
I'm on the way to where my flat is
Daddy is, on the way, down yonder by the back hids
Bad kids is my enemies
Niggas who cop blocks, stop knocks an haters not from my spot
An they always stare like they know me
An there's one nigga, who swear to God I'ma fuckin phony
Be like "Sup folks, I got cream"
Nigga is you smokin, do I look like a mutha fuckin dope fiend
Now this shit's gettin kicked off
It's like 12 to 1 an I bet I don't get ripped off
So more words is passed
They approached, I reached, them niggas dashed
I dashed too cuz murders like the livin hell
I put the lead on ya, an risk 25 wit an L
Instead of bein a down low nigga, hang on no coat tails
Rig-ups, big licks an fake dope sales