Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?) So I face (I'm 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, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers) (My moms is busting her ass) State my case (Nigga I'm going to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain (You understand what I'm saying? Can you believe that?) I lived a life that's full (They have people, waiting) (At the airport like five days like I'm a beetle or something) (That's really something!) And I traveled each, and every highway (Seen the best of the best, the worst of the worst) and more Much more than this (still here) I did it my way Let's try this one
Uhh, yeah, gangsta nigga! Put my hustle down, tore the game up nigga Took your high score down, put my name up nigga Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga I did it my way (and more.. much more than this) That's right, it's a beautiful thing man! (I did it my way) I did it my way, Hovi baby!
Momma's youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunas Mastered a corner like Deion in his uniform Pop hurting assertive, flirted with death Damn near murdered before my first album hit the shelf Grandma's favorite, she could not understand How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor Has to explain to her, you think these folks want me in the penthouse As a reminder that I make top paper? Black entrepreneur, nobody did us no favors Nobody gave us shit, we made us The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis Big's the smart one on the low like Dean Martin We came in this game, not begging niggas pardon Demanding y'all respect, hand over a check And while y'all at it, hand over the jet We the reason they ain't hand over Def Jam so quick They new every year I was dropping new product I was raisin the stock up, while building the Roc up But that's alright, cause they knew they had to see us When it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-ires Yeah!
(And more, much more than this; I did it my way) Yeah! "In My Lifetime" I caught smaller cases, but I had capital Hypocritic system let me right back at you You better hope a rich rapper never attacks you Not even that scratches you, 'specially if you black dude They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap And they can look good by painting him as bad news Cause in my past, I seen dudes get half of they views Exposed to the curb and nobody said a word So imagine how disturbed I was When I seen how big they made my fight scene at the club Let me explain exactly how this shit was This nigga yo I scratched him, he went home without an aspirin But it's cool cause he's back friends, and half-inning is over It's in the past and I'm glad, now I'm back to being Hova Me back with the chauffeur, laid back Helicopter seat, feat inclined, shit feeling like a sofa Helicopter meet me, Teta Vero take me over Somewhere peaceful for the weekend now it's back to speaking of vultures So the next time that page six approaches us Here's a quote from Jay, nigga I did it my, way