I Did It My Way Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay-z

(feat. Paul Anka) 

[Singing: 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 moms is bustin her ass) State my case 

(Nigga I'm goin to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain 

(You understand what I'm sayin? Can you believe that?) 

I lived a life that's full (They have people, waitin) 

(at the airport like five days like I'm a Beatle or somethin) 

(That's really somethin!) And I travelled 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 myyyyyy wayyyyyyy 

Let's try this one 

[Jay-Z] + (singer) 

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 myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) I did it my way -- Hovi baby! 

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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 

Has 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 niggaz 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 over Def Jam 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 multi-million-ires 

Je-je-jeah! 

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(And more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) 

Jeah! "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 Un 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 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 myyyyyy wayyyyyyy)