I Did It My Way

[Paul Anka (Jay-z)]
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 mom bustin' her ass)
State my case
(Nigga I'm going to Japan tomorrow)
Which I am certain
(You understand what I'm sayin? Can you believe that?
They have people waitin)
I lived a life that's full
(At the airport for like five days
Like I'm a Beatle or something)
(That's really somethin!)
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)
[Jay-Z (Anka)]
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 hurtin 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
Had to explain to her,
You think these folks want me in the penthouse
As a reminder that I make top paper?
Black entrepeneur, 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 beggin niggas pardon
Demandin y'all respect, hand over a check
And while y'all at it, hand over the jet
We the reason they ain't hand Def Jam over so quick
They new every year I was droppin new product
I was raisin the stock up, while buildin 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 multimillionaires
Ge-Ge-Gyeah!
(And more, much more than this: I did it my way)
Gyeah! "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 paintin 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 ? 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 bein Hova
Me back with the chaffeur, laid back
Helicopter seat, feat inclined, shit feelin like a sofa
Helicopter meet me, Teta Vero(?) take me over
Somewhere peaceful for the weekend
Now it's back to speakin of vultures
So the next time that page six approaches us
Here's a quote from Jay, nigga I did it my - way
(And more, much more than this: I did it my way)