Lletres: Nas. Street's Disciple. Rest Of My Life.
The rest of my life
The rest of my
Life, dead presidents, devilishment
Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggaz you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
Kind and 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 with 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 road map
And I'ma use that for the
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
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 gell
They burnt a range with a Molotov 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
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
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
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
The rest of my
Life, dead presidents, devilishment
Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggaz you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
Kind and 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 with 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 road map
And I'ma use that for the
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
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 gell
They burnt a range with a Molotov 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
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
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
For the rest of my life
For the rest of my life
Street's Disciple - Cd 1
Nas
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