My Way

[Hook] I've lived Yes I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each, and every highway Much more, much more than this I did it my way... [Verse 1] 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 at Baseline 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 treat us like we almost white Almost [Hook] [Verse 2] It go my way, Chi-Way This way or the highway Niggas wanna diss K On their 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 comparisons Cause as far as the Chi I got the most plaques since the beginnin' of rap And nah, y'all 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 hole And wanna figure out why I'm gettin' it high though? Why? Cause you need fire, and I'm a pyro! And you a parrot, you copy what I do and say? Only difference between you and me, you were gay Awww, did he get his feelin's hurt? Nawww, he's got titties under his shirt [Hook] [Verse 3] It go my way, Chi-Way This way or the highway When you walk straight, niggas tend to look at you sideways I say, fuck that, dog, I get my own way Niggas ain't believe me, 'til they see me on TV And seen K freely, gettin' head on the freeway Then pass her to Freeway, just like it's a relay We stay 4 stars or 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 dawg Back in '96 we was livin' like kings dawg 40 cals or better, tottin' them things dawg So up the turkish snake, and take them rings off [Hook]