Kanye West - Have It Your Way lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West - Have It Your Way lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
O-o-o oh, it's Kanye to the
With that platinum shit, ya punk bitch
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
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
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
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
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
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
O-o-o oh, it's Kanye to the
With that platinum shit, ya punk bitch
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