Have It Your Way lyrics

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
It’s gonna be slow singing, flower bringing
Gat clinging, bat swinging, bullets flyin’, n*ggas 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
n*ggas quit they f*ckin’ job so they can hate full time
So, gimme the gat, I hit em wit that
c*ck back, blat blat
Let me tell you n*ggas something familiar
Broke n*ggas don’t want war, man I’ll kill ya
[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
Oh oh, I get it, this year, n*ggas don’t dance
But just rock bulletproof hats and steel pants
Now everybody got a gun in they hand, yeah b*tch n*gga run to ya man
Street sweeper aerials f*ck where they land
n*ggas close they eyes and don’t aim like My b*tch when she pop champagne
Bottles, I tell you bout them damn models
They can’t cook for a lick, but they’ll lick a di*k and swallow
Look I been living my life, Bullsh*ttin’ when I write songs
Especially talkin’ bout havin’ ice on and I could barely keep my lights on
n*ggas played me like Ty-Son, trying to take my light songs
Cuse they know I’d knock n*ggas the f*ck out the box
Full Glocks, the f*ck out the box, c*cked
Who the f*ck 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

[Hook]
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
[Verse 3]
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 sh*t
Ooooh, its Kanye to the with that platinum sh*t, ya punk b*tch

[Hook]
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