The Don

New York girls dem are bad over we

Nas the Don

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

**** sadness

Had this been you havin this lavish

Habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards

You would have *** on condominium roof decks

So anyone move next

I’ll hit you with two techs

Rocking Roberto Cavalli no s*irt 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 Mos**erg shotty

My n*ggas is ignorant put lead in yo pigment

Just for all the days y’all 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 em but……

Nas the Don

In a new york city

Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black

Wit the s****e 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 ******* out they jeans

20 years in this game lookin 17

I don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine

I just blow green pick which a ***** 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 s*it

Under fire I remain on some calm s*it

This for every ghetto and the hood

Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta

Understood…

Nas the Don

In a new york city