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Nas – The Don lyrics

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[Intro: Super Cat]

He’s the heartbeat of the people

The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people

The people who cannot afford to go to big concert

Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can’t afford cable

Some of them can afford a radio

So the only thing they can listen to is the music

People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people

Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality

New York girl, dem a mad over we

New York girl, dem a mad over we

New York girl, dem a mad over we

New York girl, dem a mad over we

[Hook]

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don

Inna New York City, inna New York City

Inna New York City, inna New York City

[Verse 1]

Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle

Hope I don’t catch a homo, grossing our net

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Simultaneously making me climb higher

Heinous crimes behind me, search but can’t find me

Fuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish

Habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards

You would have sex on condominium roof decks

So anyone move next, I’ll hit you with two Tecs

Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy

My Colombiana mommy riding beside me

Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body

I’ll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty

My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment

Just cuz y’all was mad at all the years I was getting it

In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley

Now it’s the Ghost Phantom and y’all can’t stand ’em but

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and black

With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?

Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack

I never did that, my sock’s where my stash was at

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Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack

I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that

Cutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at

Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat

Now I’m the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams

Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team

That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans

20 years in this game, looking 17

I don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine

I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king

Although he’s on to another chapter

Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island

The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens

It’s all about surviving, same old two step

Try to stay alive when they be out robbing

I been out rhyming since born knowledge

Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar

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Worth more than the blood of a martyr

So I’mma, keep it on ’til I see a billion dollars

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

Love model chocha mommy pop it like she ‘pose ta

Eyes red shot like I’m never sober

Big time smoker, Indonesian doja

Mini me’s you can hold up before you end up wet up from my soldiers

Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit

This for every ghetto in the hood

Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood?

[Hook]


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