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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Paul Anka
Paul Anka
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gilles Thibault
Gilles Thibault
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Chuck Stanton
Chuck Stanton
Songwriter
Paul Anka
Paul Anka
Songwriter
Claude François
Claude François
Songwriter
Kendred Smith
Kendred Smith
Songwriter
Jacques Abel Jules Revaud
Jacques Abel Jules Revaud
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimi Kendrix
Jimi Kendrix
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Big Chuck
Big Chuck
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 going to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain (You understand what I'm saying? Can you believe that?) I lived a life that's full (They have people, waiting) (At the airport like five days like I'm a Beatle or something) (That's really something!) 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 myyyyyy wayyyyyyy Let's try this one 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 to 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 entrepreneur, nobody did us no favors Nobody gave us shit, we made us The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis Biggs 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 over Def Jam so quick They knew 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 we back friends, it happened and it's over It's in the past and I'm glad, now I'm back to bein Hova Maybach with the chaffeur, laid back Helicopter seat, feet inclined, shit feelin like a sofa Helicopter meet me, Teterboro take me over Somewhere peaceful for the weekend Now it's back to speakin to 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)
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Gilles Thibaut, Claude Francois, Jacques Revaux, Paul Anka, Chuck Stanton, Jimmy Kendrix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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