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Kanye West

Genres: Hip-Hop

Have It Your Way (bring Me Down) Lyrics - Kanye West

Don't want nobody to die 

Don't want to have to ride but in this game 

I guess that's just the way, I guess that's just the way 

Have it your way 

 

It's gonna be slow singing, flower bringing 

Gat clinging, bat swinging, bullets flyin', niggas dyin' 

Mom's cryin, faggots really don't want it 

Lead coming, blood gushin from ya arms, legs, head and stomach 

I felt the hatred, cause when I turned around like the Matrix 

Comin for me, an array of bullets headin dead for me 

First the one, and then came the two and three and four 

Five, six, seven, shots from a mac 11 

Platinum producer killed by haters tonight on Channel 7 

He do beats for 2Pac, now coming out the spring from Heaven 

Ya know my piece is, hotter than grease is 

With no wrong way to eat ya face like a Reese's 

Seem like the second I get some shine 

Niggas quit they fuckin' job so they can hate full time 

So, gimme the gat, I hit em wit that 

Cock back, blat blat 

Let me tell you niggas something familiar 

Broke niggas don't want war, man I'll kill ya 

 

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Oh oh, I get it, this year, niggas don't dance 

But just rock bulletproof hats and steel pants 

Now everybody got a gun in they hand, yeah bitch nigga run to ya man 

Street sweeper aerials fuck where they land 

Niggas close they eyes and don't aim like My bitch when she pop champagne 

Bottles, I tell you bout them damn models 

They can't cook for a lick, but they'll lick a dick and swallow 

Look I been living my life, Bullshittin' when I write songs 

Especially talkin' bout havin' ice on and I could barely keep my lights on 

Niggas played me like Ty-Son, trying to take my light songs 

Cuse they know I'd knock niggas the fuck out the box 

Full Glocks, the fuck out the box, cocked 

Who the fuck tryin to box right now? 

I feel like, my whole city on my back 

I feel like, next year, my whole city on the map 

 

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I'm from, Chi town, where the raps the realest 

The tracks gorilla, we got the millas and we'll be at ya scrilla 

Close your doors, lock your windows 

We be at them execs for them back end checks 

Now, We on the court, and we got next up 

Now, This summer we got benz, we got Lex truck 

It's kinda like trading places huh? I never plug 

But I'm guilty by association, so gangstas show me love 

For that track I did, yeah I know, the rest the album wack as shit 

Ooooh, its Kanye to the with that platinum shit, ya punk bitch 

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