(feat. Amerie)

[Chorus: Amerie singing]

The rest of my life

The rest of my life



[Verse 1: Nas]

LIFE, dead presidents, devilish meant

Overthrow king thrones just 'cause of their negligence

DEATH, real shit'll start comin' to light

Niggaz you ain't like dickin' 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 thing 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 mollet of COCKTAIL

My little man got fourteen-years for car-jackin' a undercover

Them cops SWEAR, my little nigga 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

DAMN NIGGA, 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 shit and PISS

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