Eat or Die lyrics

by

Kanye West


Uh
It's crucial now n*ggas
I'm so sick

(Chorus)
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - I don't need it

[Ras Kass]
Yeah, I heard you don't grind, you don't eat
Don't eat, get a fragile physique, I'm agile and sleek
I run through rappers like my bars had cleats
Beef ain't sh*t but cows is resting in peace
Speak, nothing but SARS coming out
If I was broke soy Rev. Run I'm running in your house
While MTV taping like the dumbest n*gga out
But money ain't an issue; I got sum up in this couch
Let me run this n*gga out, 'fore my waves stay spinning
I f*ck rich chicks; I'm such the Slick Rick
Be scared what might happen if I had a hit
So n*ggas' happier then a faggot with a bag of di*ks
Ask for it if you want it
Get it illegal then don't flaunt it
Cause loud mouth hustlers get wire tapped and snitched on
Then rights get read, moral of the story: Closed mouth don't get fed
Get it, and they wonder why brothers be killing brothers
I get green; they turn yellow like Brazilian colors
They gotta be willing to go all out with no feeling
So I'm sick with no healing, cause...
(Chorus)
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - cause I'm eating
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - I don't need it

[Ras Kass]
Got no hustle then you're hurting man
Get up; get out n*gga or its curtains man
Ain't a rapper my equal I'm murking man
When you look up in the sky the Vulture's circling
He a dead man walking, just don't know it yet
I hop in the coldest bed blast off like Robotech
Behind every fortune or even greater crime
Behind every great player there's a hater on the side
Behind every 8-ball there's an even greater nine
I pull wax on your back and make a crayon out your spine n*gga
On some credited sh*t
I plant a flag on the Moon with your head on the tip
Moon roof of the whip and the metal lift
Boogie n*ggas still can't help being ghetto and sh*t
Amazing fam, guess mama raised a man
I'll flow through in 2-S Coupes like Raising Brand
Raise my hand, diamonds on my wrist gigantic
Chain so rocky n*gga I can sink the Titanic
f*ck y'all been sick since '94
Stick your di*k in your eardrum and f*ck what you heard more
(Chorus)
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - cause I'm eating
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - I don't need it

(Outro)
Eat or Die, yeah, whatup Twins, this sh*t is crazy n*gga
Re-Up, Whoo Kid, it's a wrap for these n*ggas man
You could fool some of the people some of the time
But you can't fool a n*gga with most of the rhymes n*gga
Man up n*gga, if you're starving, if you're hungry n*gga you'se a b*tch
You better get your sh*t right, man up
Yeah, Arieal what it do n*gga?
Yeah, I ain't know you like that saga sh*t n*gga?
I play saga with b*tches, I kick my balls all up in their neck in their room
You know the business, YEAH! Stay Gambit up in this mothaf*cka
HAHAHA! Yeah, West up n*gga, Re-Up
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