The Don Lyrics
New York girls dem are bad over we
New York girls dem are bad over we
New York girls dem are bad over we
New York girls dem are bad over we
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
Nas the Don
In a new york city
In a new york city
In a new york city
In a new york city
Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide)
Grossing our net
Simultaneous making me climb higher heinous crimes behind me
Search but can’t find me
Fuck sadness
Had this been you havin 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 techs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy
My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me
Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body
I’ll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty
n*ggas My is ignorant put lead in yo pigment
Just for all the days ya’ll was mad I was getting it
In 97 the six
98 the Bentley
Now it’s the Ghost Phantom
And ya’ll can’t stand butem ……
Nas the Don
In a new york city
Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black
Wit the square top pocket that snaps
Where the gas at?
Pass that, not you
You hold crack where your ass at
I never did that, my sock where my stash was at
Yo I use to listen to that red alert and rap attack
I fell in love with the poetry I mastered that
Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat
Now im the one that’s reppin 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 lookin 17
I don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green pick which a bitch can bless the king
Although he’s on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
Blaaaah…
Nas the Don
In a new york city
Yeah yeah..
New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens
It’s all about surviving same old two step
Tryna stay alive when
They be out robbin, I been out rhyming
Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad
Say the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr
So I’mma
Keep it on til I see billion dollar
Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer
Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to
Eyes red shot like I’m never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
Minis you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers
Don shit
Under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto and the hood
Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta
Understood…
Nas the Don
In a new york city