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Nas - Street’s Disciple - Rest of My Life
Street’s Disciple
Disc 1
01. Intro
02. A Message to the Feds, Sincerely, We the People
03. Nazareth Savage
04. American Way
05. These Are Our Heroes
06. Disciple
07. Sekou Story
08. Live Now
09. Rest of My Life
10. Just a Moment
11. Reason
12. You Know My Style
Disc 2
01. Suicide Bounce
02. Street’s Disciple
03. U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography of Rakim)
04. Virgo
05. Remember the Times (intro)
06. Remember the Times
07. The Makings of a Perfect Bitch
08. Getting Married
09. No One Else in the Room
10. Bridging the Gap
11. War
12. Me & You (Dedicated to Destiny)
13. Thief’s Theme
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The rest of my life
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The rest of my life

Life, dead presidents, devilish men
Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of their negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
Heathen, 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 the 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

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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 14-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

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My man gave his mummy 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 couped it, baguettes from cubics
Might've been stupid, but I got far from 26 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 coulda been offed by the cops
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
About the rest

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The rest of my life
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