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 treat us treat us like 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 plaques since the beginnin' of 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 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   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