(featuring Boyz II Men)      [Nas talking]   Man, we love you man, you hear me?   This is coming from the General man, Nas man   Bravehearts love you man, this is to all of ya niggaz   Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves famous   Whether you shouting me out on your records   Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you just you know...?   You know... you know how you dick riding man? This goes out to ya   Cause we love you man, I've done made a lot of niggaz famous man   But I'm gon' make you...I make you make the papers, this one's for you   Hey yo, word up   It been a lot of times when a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more   Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the year I started to see shit, you knowamsayin?   Nigga see niggaz driving around with fancy cars, diamonds all that shit   Niggaz thinking nigga chilling   Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit   But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I feel? Yo      [Nas with chorus]   I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that   I made a mil', but that ain't good enough   Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up   See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby   I'm never gonna give it up, fuck that   I made a mil', but that ain't good enough   Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up   See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby      [Verse 1]   Uhh... I got the mention and the nice ride   Platinum chain, and an ice watch   All this fame in my life's hard   I entertain, been so many places, see so many different faces   They look the same from the stages   After the concert, hours of long work   Home sick form the role, smoking my lungs hurt   Even thought now I'm recording songs   It's better than, when I was pedaling doing wrong   I brought the crew along, we thuggin   Fucking married bitches; they go to their husbands   Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with them   Can't even role the streets now, without the heat   I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is weak   On trial, what I'm gon' tell the judge   He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor???? the jury   That's when I need celeb status and the blackness   This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life      [Chorus: with changes]      [Verse 2]   My girl hate when I'm with my boys, think I'm cheating   Every morning knocking at my door state policeman   Give him a reason, but I don't give it to him   They said they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him   See, I cooperate until they push me   Cops hate when you know the law, you ain't pussy - you not fake   Can't explain how much I miss the block   When we was slinging with my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!"   Now when I'm dreaming I can see my dead friends smile   Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear   I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the track up from "out west"   And he told me spit it clear...Uhh   Another hit is just made, another album   So ones again we getting paid, and now we wilding   Get hype to shoot the video, all in the city yo   I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me thought      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]      Uhh...the haters say I ain't shit   Hope I fall, but I can't slip   Got to ball, got to bank chips   Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ate them out to nothing   Catch my moms on the bench fronting   I got to stay awake, got to pray today   Glad I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say   So many times I ain't wanna rhyme   Wanted a normal life, when I ain't Nas all the time   Uhh...so many problems too, do what I got to do   As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you!"   I keep laying hits, one is never quits   Plus if I stop, how will I stay legit?      [Chorus]