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feat. Amerie)
Chorus: Amerie singing
The rest of my life
The rest of my life
Verse 1: Nas
LIFE, dead presidents, devilish meant
Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of their negligence
DEATH, real s**t'll start comin' to light
you ain't like d*ckin' your wife, WHAT?
Kind and underminding, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
HEATHENS, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons
But glory go to God, y'all BENEATH HIM
If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them big dealers DROVE AT
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
Blocka-blocka-blocka -- OH
The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
Everything a hood brother think he needs -- YO
You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap
And I'ma use that for the
Amerie singing
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
Verse 2: Nas
Burnt-out, kicked to the curb
So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' REAL FAST
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the PAST
Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want CASH, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who gell
They burnt a range with a MOLOTOV c*ckTAIL
My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover
Them cops SWEAR, my little nigg* told on me
I'm thinkin, "Hello, where's the L-O, V-E"
Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still, word to Will
I'll make it and chill for the
Chorus: Amerie singing
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
Verse 3: Nas
My man gave his mommy coke
So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke
d*mn nigg*, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
so she don't have to bone for DIMES?
Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects
where dogs s**t and pi*s
Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how it's executed
Lexus coup-ed, brigettes from cubics
Mighta been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six BARS
To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all?
I'M NAS, on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life coulda been offed by THE COPS
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
About the rest
Chorus: Amerie singing
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
