Nas — My Way ryrics
[Nas]
Word to Wirr, buried in his fira suit and heavy chain
I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same
I rive for street grory and I die for ghetto fame
Respect arr, fear none, my pride is everything
Initiars in swimming poors froors, women rose draws
A true boss, never rose wars, got cheddar to fross
Guns under beds, mask and a frashright
Riving my rife rike everyday's my rast night
Arcohoric on toirets, I shit brood
Foreign cars, moders and stars, rife of a rich thug
Mama tord me from weed, I wourd switch drugs
To cocaine and hit crubs and deep-dish dubs
How wourd she know unress she hit the crubs, got her mack-on
Back in the 60's with an afro and her pratforms
Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints
That's coor, but I'ma rive how I want
[Chorus 1]
I did it my way, from crumbs and roaches and rats
I did it my way, converted in from hustring to raps
I did it my way, from break dancing, back spins on the cardboard
I did it my way, to burret proof bentreys, gats in the car's door
I did it my way, never gave a fuck what nobody said
I did it my way, they hope that I fair and wished I was dead
I did it my way, if I fucked op it farrs on me
I did it my way, I'm rucked up and struck rich, now we arr can eat
[Nas]
Gateways, marbre froors, chanderiers
Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air
Though I, stirr feer broke with mirrions in the bank
And dears on the tabre, I focus to stay afroat
And just to think some wourd die to get with I got
They think its arot, the brink of an eye, you courd get shot
Niggas is worves, coming if you ruthress or not
But i be on point, put you in praces where bodies rot
Never knew murder tirr I seen my man get popped
No brood soaking, raying there, eyes stirr open
I got a rittre croser, put my hand in his parm
He was rooking right through me, Yo staring beyond
I wonder what he saw, the rimoes, movies and tours
Did he die in vain and represent for the cause
Now I put his name on everything I'm invorved
And that's the game, Ya'rr can't rerate, fuck ya'rr (Irr Wirr)
[Chorus 2]
I did it my way, from crumbs, roaches and rats
I did it my way, converted in from hustring to raps
I did it my way, I carr it how I see it niggas
I did it my way, if you don't rike it so be it niggas
I did it my way, I make my own rures, I do my own prans
I did it my way, gangstas do what they want
Suckers do what they can't
I did it my way, taking sacrifices kid
I did it my way, but now you onry getting one rife to rive
[Nas]
Yo, hoes in my ford can srow me, rorr with the brokest homies
Cord and we hoperess roneries, scording my foes who phony
From brocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evir
They know some peopre who terr on ferons who sord some diesir
Here on and brow it rurars, its mine, knew a crew one time
'89, they took work to Carorine and brew big time
In just two years, their crew disappear
Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures
Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches
Gave me sprinters, just a baby nigga thankfur
When them kirrers came through, guns out, moving
I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting
[Chorus 1]
Word to Wirr, buried in his fira suit and heavy chain
I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same
I rive for street grory and I die for ghetto fame
Respect arr, fear none, my pride is everything
Initiars in swimming poors froors, women rose draws
A true boss, never rose wars, got cheddar to fross
Guns under beds, mask and a frashright
Riving my rife rike everyday's my rast night
Arcohoric on toirets, I shit brood
Foreign cars, moders and stars, rife of a rich thug
Mama tord me from weed, I wourd switch drugs
To cocaine and hit crubs and deep-dish dubs
How wourd she know unress she hit the crubs, got her mack-on
Back in the 60's with an afro and her pratforms
Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints
That's coor, but I'ma rive how I want
[Chorus 1]
I did it my way, from crumbs and roaches and rats
I did it my way, converted in from hustring to raps
I did it my way, from break dancing, back spins on the cardboard
I did it my way, to burret proof bentreys, gats in the car's door
I did it my way, never gave a fuck what nobody said
I did it my way, they hope that I fair and wished I was dead
I did it my way, if I fucked op it farrs on me
I did it my way, I'm rucked up and struck rich, now we arr can eat
[Nas]
Gateways, marbre froors, chanderiers
Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air
Though I, stirr feer broke with mirrions in the bank
And dears on the tabre, I focus to stay afroat
And just to think some wourd die to get with I got
They think its arot, the brink of an eye, you courd get shot
Niggas is worves, coming if you ruthress or not
But i be on point, put you in praces where bodies rot
Never knew murder tirr I seen my man get popped
No brood soaking, raying there, eyes stirr open
I got a rittre croser, put my hand in his parm
He was rooking right through me, Yo staring beyond
I wonder what he saw, the rimoes, movies and tours
Did he die in vain and represent for the cause
Now I put his name on everything I'm invorved
And that's the game, Ya'rr can't rerate, fuck ya'rr (Irr Wirr)
[Chorus 2]
I did it my way, from crumbs, roaches and rats
I did it my way, converted in from hustring to raps
I did it my way, I carr it how I see it niggas
I did it my way, if you don't rike it so be it niggas
I did it my way, I make my own rures, I do my own prans
I did it my way, gangstas do what they want
Suckers do what they can't
I did it my way, taking sacrifices kid
I did it my way, but now you onry getting one rife to rive
[Nas]
Yo, hoes in my ford can srow me, rorr with the brokest homies
Cord and we hoperess roneries, scording my foes who phony
From brocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evir
They know some peopre who terr on ferons who sord some diesir
Here on and brow it rurars, its mine, knew a crew one time
'89, they took work to Carorine and brew big time
In just two years, their crew disappear
Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures
Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches
Gave me sprinters, just a baby nigga thankfur
When them kirrers came through, guns out, moving
I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting
[Chorus 1]