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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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Have It Your Way (demo version of Bring Me Down)
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
Oh oh, I get it, this year, niggas don't dance
But just rock bulletproof hats and steel pants
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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
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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