Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - I Did It My Way

(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!

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!

(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)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - I Did It My Way (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! 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! (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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I Did It My Way: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2408.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - You, Me, Him and Her » Jay-Z - Brooklyn`s Finest » Jay-Z - Face Off (feat. Sauce Money) » Jay-Z - Ain`t No Nigga (feat. Foxy Brown) » Jay-Z - Izzo (H.O.V.A.) » Jay-Z - Things That U Do (feat. Mariah Carey) » Jay-Z - Can I Get A... (Video Edit) » Jay-Z - Renagade » Jay-Z - Face Off » Jay-Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version) » Jay-Z - Jigga That Nigga » Jay-Z - S. Carter » Jay-Z - As One » Jay-Z - NYMP » Jay-Z - Excuse Me Miss Again » Jay-Z - The Watcher 2 » Jay-Z - Crazy in love » Jay-Z - Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) » Jay-Z - The Ruler`s Back » Jay-Z - Vol. 3...Life and Times of S. Carter (Im Рекомендуем скачать: » Баста - Городской блюз » Би-2 - Ветер » Банда Андрюха - Страшная » Борис Щеглов - Памяти Арика Круппа » Блондинка Ксю - Зажигаю » Булат Окуджава - Мгновенно слово. Короток век... » Борис Полоскин - Не уходи » Борис Вахнюк - Кончатся летние грозы... » Булат Окуджава - Надежды маленький оркестрик » Борис Вахнюк - Немыслимый, желанный чертов круг... » Белый Орел - С высоких гор » Борис Вайханский - И догорит звезда » Булат Окуджава - Прощание с Польшей » Беретта - Хочу » Булат Окуджава - Прощание с новогодней елкой » Бригадный подряд - Трезвость » Булат Окуджава - Песенка о художнике Пиросмани » Борис Гордон - Покинутый дом » Блестящие - Журавль » Булат Окуджава - У парижского спаниеля
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