my Way Lyrics

  my Way

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I've lived

Yes I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each, and every highway

What more, and what's more than this -



It go my way, Chi-Way

This way or the highway

Shots'll lay you off on your day off, like Friday

The ROC got "-Ye" but they ain't snortin' it

They just got him up the base line recordin' shit

Yeah I've been broke

Now I'm good bitch

I ain't no Kennedy

But I'm hood rich

So I say my way to thank you to the ghetto

And everybody else, thank you very little

I took the road less traveled, the unbeaten path

I've been beatin', but never brokin' through the darkest past

It's sort of like when King spoke and said we free at last

Ain't nothin' free from that point, though

We needed cash

And we need it fast

We broker than Ethiopians just tryin' to eat at last

Now all the blacks cookin' up, they're almost white

'Cause gettin' green makes 'em tea just we almost white

Almost



I've lived

Yes I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each, and every highway

What more, and what's more than this -



It go my way, Chi-Way

This way or the highway

Niggaz wanna diss K

On they're local mix-tapes

There they go again, lyin' to consumers

Get their hair cut in the little shop of rumors

Your lil' sloppy with your cockyness ain't ya

A little arrogant with all your compares

'Cause as far as the Chi

I got the most black sister beginnin' to rap

And nah, I ain't mentionin' that

Y'all just talk about my dough

How I left Chicago

How I'm the only one eatin'

Shut your pie whole

And wanna figure out why I'm gettin' it high though

Why? 'Cause you need fire, and I'm a pyro

When you prepare, would you copy what I do and say?

Only difference between you and me, you were gay

Ahhhhh, did he get his feelin's hurt?

Nahhhh, he's got titties under his shirt



I've lived

Yes I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each, and every highway

What more, and what's more than this -



It go my way, Chi-Way

This way or the highway

When you walk straight, niggaz tend to look at you sideways

I say, Fuck that dog, I get my own way

Niggaz ain't believe me 'till they see me on t.v

And seen K freely, gettin' head on the freeway

Then passin' up Freeway, just like it's a relay

We stay 4 stars, all better

'Cause the couches in the rooms got, more leather

And we gon' flip Carter, when we could afford better

And back, before Benzes, when we could afford Jettas

You still dress (Ardjo), but only pay partial

Stay gettin' somethin' off lay-a-way at Marshall's

Polo and (Carbesher's), we into them things dogg

Back in '96 we was livin' like kings dogg

40 cals or better, tottin' them things dogg

So up the turkish snake, and take them rings off



I've lived

Yes I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each, and every highway

What more, and what's more than this -

I did it my way