Mr. Eon - Don't Wanna lyrics

[Intro: Havoc] Crazy motherf**ers in here son Yeah no doubt, crazy motherf**er, yo, yeah, yo Know we just just just, just chilling now [Hook: Havoc {Mr. Eon}] Rugged Man, a n***a you don't wanna f** with Havoc, a n***a you don't wanna f** with Rugged Man, a n***a you don't wanna f** with {The High and Mighty} you don't wanna f** with [Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, Yo, It's the return of the all time dirty Crusty, robbery, adultery, gluttony On your block and, in your crib break the lock in We go shopping, get knocking, ho hopping It's Rugged Man no stopping, s** pistol Johnny Rotten, so shocking Your throat poor folks stay broke Half-ape, The Legend of Tarzan, Greystoke Stay dirty hate soap, hate bathing Maintaining, blowtorch ain't aiming Flame raining, brain wasting, if she pretty we ain't dating If the b**h f** us we make payments Who am I? Dirty boy original pervert Humbert H. Humbert, no job, f** work Locally hoodlums suburban, Chris Berg Quick fith heard 'um, the German, we turn on, hits [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Havoc] Got my drink on, reminiscing drama on God Stepped out my crib, politic with the gods Over gats, even though the hood is hot Jakes on bikes, gotta hold down the block Cause my life this automatic instant, ice grills, without a blink Permanently stained, they surface like Big They sh**ting on my name, some ask why Cause the sign just a regular gangsta, f** DKNY Scuffed Timbs laid up in Holiday Inn's And shortie wanna fret, I'm running up in her friend Official roaches, Scarface, sh**ting on mister Sosa, stay bent Hold my liquor, like a cup coaster, handle mines Sever great lines, cut throats while you drop dimes Snitch n***as on my sh** list, quietly co*k the biscuit The Rugged Man have it, Mobb we infamous [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Mr.Eon] It hurts a lot when I blurt the plot I don't work to rock, man I burn the crops It's automatic, this addict stay addict Smoke sh** the same color as The Philly Phanatic Behind wheels get dizzy or something Man I can't drive for goodness ain't my cousin Lizzie Grubman My verse full throttle, hit a supermodel Pay you off throw away the joint and the bottle I won't sell out, got a fear for God Ahh f** it, just give me 'bout a G a bar You fools talking karma, I laugh (ha ha ha ha ha) I ain't the one getting choked up by Mos Def's dad So watch EC dumb out I stretch the p**y more than when the baby's head come out Ya stupid kids should not f** with this That's like Rocky messing around with Thunderlips [Hook x2]