Busta Rhymes - We Made It (Clean)

Together we made it
 We made it even though we had our backs
 Up against the wall

 see a nigga survived the worst
 But my life is glorious (uh!)
 But I know that I leaped every hurdle
 And I'm so victorious (uh!)
 Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness
 Now you could call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
 As force securin' the win, but they
 Believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
 You know that I've been 'bout my bread
 Even though we rappin' now (yes)
 We used to live on the strip even though
 A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!)
 Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!)
 So your head never ever been an option (trust)
 A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic
 And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!)

 (Chorus, Chester Bennington)
 Together we made it (you see we did it niggas)
 We made it even though we had our backs
 Up against the wall (come on)
 Forever we waited (ah hah)
 And they told us we were never gonna
 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
 (Rise with me)
 on the road
 (Come and get it)
 on the road

 (Mike Shinoda)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
 When it all got started we were steadily
 Just getting rejected
 And it seemed like nothin' 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 restin' the question if I 
 Was out of my mind
 It finally came time to do it and let it die
 So we put the chips on the table and
 Told them to let it ride, sing it (yeah)

 (Chorus)

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

 In case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
 This shit that I can leave for
 My children's (children's) children's (children)
 Now on the wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
 Fighting for sales when I'm stripped
 To negate the hustle from (yeah)
 From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son (yeah)
 To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russel was (yeah nigga)
 But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it (oh!)
 Let's make a toast to the hustle
 Regardless how you get it, sing it

 (Chorus)

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah