Jay-Z - I Did It My Way Lyrics
[singing: paul anka + (jay-z)]Now, the end is near (can you believe this shit guru? )So I face (Im from the hood man) the final curtain(no the real hood the hood, not the rap hood)(the real hood, like three pair of pants)My friends, Ill say it clear (pair of sneakers)(my moms is bustin her ass) state my case(nigga Im goin to japan tomorrow!) which Im certain(you understand what Im sayin? can you believe that? )I lived a life thats full (they have people, waitin)(at the airport like five days like Im a beatle or somethin)(thats really somethin!) and I travelled each, and every highway(seen the best of the best, the worst of the worst) and moreMuch more than this (still here) I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyyLets try this one[jay-z + (singer)]Uhh, yeah... gangsta nigga!Put my hustle down, tore the game up niggaTook your high score down, put my name up niggaTore the doors down til the hall of fame is jiggaI did it my way (and more.. much more than this)Thats right, its a beautiful thing man!(I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) I did it my way -- hovi baby!Mommas youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunasMastered a corner like deion in his uniformPop hurtin assertive, flirted with deathDamn near murdered before my first album hit the shelfGrandmas favorite, she could not understandHow theres people in the world who wouldnt want me as a neighborHas to explain to her, you think these folks want me in the penthouseAs a reminder that I make top paper?Black entrepeneur, nobody did us no favorsNobody gave us shit, we made usThe rap pack, Im sinatra, dames sam davisBigs the smart one on the low like dean martinWe came in this game, not beggin niggaz pardonDemandin yall respect, hand over a checkAnd while yall at it, hand over the jetWe the reason they aint hand over def jam so quickThey new every year I was droppin new productI was raisin the stock up, while buildin the roc upBut thats alright, cause they knew they had to see usWhen it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-iresJe-je-jeah!(and more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy)Jeah! in my lifetimeI caught smaller cases, but I had capitalHypocritic system let me right back at youYou better hope a rich rapper never attacks youNot even that scratches you, specially if you black dudeThey dont give a shit unless the accused just happen to rapAnd they can look good by paintin him as bad newsCause in my past, I seen dudes get half of they viewsExposed to the curb and nobody said a wordSo imagine how disturbed I wasWhen I seen how big they made my fight scene at the clubLet me explain exactly how this shit wasThis nigga un yo I scratched him, he went home without an aspirinBut its cool cause hes back friends, and half-inning is overIts in the past and Im glad, now Im back to bein hovaMe back with the chaffeur, laid backHelicopter seat, feat inclined, shit feelin like a sofaHelicopter meet me, teta vero(? ) take me overSomewhere peaceful for the weekend now its back to speakin of vulturesSo the next time that page six approaches usHeres a quote from jay, nigga I did it my - way(and more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy)
