Текст песни Busta Rhymes/Linkin Park — We Made it

Chester:
Together we made it.
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.

Busta:
See, a nigga survived the worst.
But my life is glorious.
But I know that I leaped every hurtle
And I'm so victorious.

Take a look
I'm a symbol of greatness
now call a nigga Morpheous
As force accumulated the wind
But they believe I'm so notorious

You know that I've been by my bread
Even though we rapping now
We used to live on the strip
Even though the nigga higher level trapping now

So conceded every one of my little struggles (and)
Throw your hands never ever been an option (trust)
A nigga pay for long life with or without traffic
And I'm about to take the hood shop and get it

Chester:
Together we made it.
(See, we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.
(Come on)
Forever we waited.
(Haha!)
And they told us we were never gunna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
On the road
(To the ghetto)
On the road
(In the Projects to this bangin' instrumental)
On the road
(ride with me)
On the road
(we come and GET IT)
On the road

Mike:
When it all got started we was steadily just getting rejected
And it seemed like nothing we could do would ever get us respected
At best, we were stressed
At the worst they probably said we're pathetic

Had all the pieces to that puzzle
Just the way to connect it
I was fighting through every rhyme
Tightening up every line
Never resting the question if i was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it or let it die
So we put the chips on the table
and told 'em to let it ride (ohhh)
Singing yeah.

Chester:
Together we made it.
(See, we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.
(Come on)
Forever we waited.
(Haha!)
And they told us we were never gunna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
On the road
(To the ghetto)
On the road
(In the Projects to this bangin' instrumental)
On the road
(ride with me)
On the road
(we come and GET IT)
On the road

Busta:
ook
In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm building
The shit that I can leave for my children
(Children, children, children)
Now all I wake up I smile to see how far I've come
Fighting for sales on the strip to a gate to hustle from
From nights in jail on a bench
Using my muscles, son
To counting money like Dre and Jimmy and Russell won
(Yeah, nigga)
But now I live when I dream
You see, we finally did it
Let's make a toast to the hustle, regardless how you did it

Chester:
Together we made it.
(See, we did it niggas)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.
(Come on)
Forever we waited.
(Haha!)
And they told us we were never gunna get it
But we took it on the road
(To the riches)
On the road
(To the ghetto)
On the road
(In the Projects to this bangin' instrumental)
On the road
(ride with me)
On the road
(we come and GET IT)
On the road