[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 kings from they thrones cause of their negligence
~#**************#~
Death, real shitll start comin to light
~#**************#~
Niggas you aint like, dickin 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, yall beneath him
~#**************#~
If yall dont know that, rap with a old cat
~#**************#~
Hell 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
~#**************#~
Youll find a goal in a ghetto superstars roadmap
~#**************#~
And Ima 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, thinking raps 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 bay bro blast burners at cats who got jel
~#**************#~
They burnt a Range with a Molotov cocktail
~#**************#~
My little man got 14 years for car-jacking a undercover
~#**************#~
Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me
~#**************#~
Im thinking, “Hello, wheres the L-O-V-E?”
~#**************#~
Pigs play games, my little manll never say names
~#**************#~
Word to his pops, with elephant veins
~#**************#~
They both locked-up still, word to Will
~#**************#~
Ill 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 wouldnt hit the block all crazy for the smoke
~#**************#~
Damn, nigga, could you picture you supplyin your own moms
~#**************#~
So she dont have to bone for dimes?
~#**************#~
Or give dome for nicks in the roof of the projects
~#**************#~
Where dogs shit and piss?
~#**************#~
Yeah, we all plan to get rich
~#**************#~
But its all about how its executed
~#**************#~
Lexus Coup-ed, baguettes from cubics
~#**************#~
Mightve been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars
~#**************#~
To ten LPs – what can him tell me? Or them? Or yall?
~#**************#~
Im Nas—on a track thats unorthodox
~#**************#~
Like, my life couldve been offed by the cops
~#**************#~
Told yall, Nas will prevail, buy the book when its 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
