Rest of My Life lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Chorus: Amerie]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh)
The rest of my

[Verse 1: Nas]
Life: dead presidents, devilish men
Overthrow king from they thrones 'cause of their negligence
Death, real sh*t'll start comin' to light
n*ggas you ain't like di*kin' your wife, what?
Kind of undermining, 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—

[Chorus: Amerie]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my
[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 got jel
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 n*gga 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]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my

[Verse 3: Nas]
My man gave his mommy coke
So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke
Damn, n*gga, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
So she don't have to bone for dimes?
Or give dome for nicks' in the roof of the projects
Where dogs sh*t and p*ss
Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how it's executed
Lexus coup-ed, baguettes from cubics
Might've been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars
To ten LPs
What can him tell me? Or them? Or y'all?
I'm Nas—on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life could've 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]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my
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