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The DonNew York girl, dem a mad over weNew York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city (yeah!) (Yeah!) New York City-city, New York City-city Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a homo Grossing our net, 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 Mazi My Colombiana mommy riding beside me Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body I'll have to lean something with that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignant, put lead in your pigment Just 'cause 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 him but Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city New York City-city, New York City-city (yeah) 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 ass crack I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at 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 where Preme team and 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 Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen 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, rah Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city New York City-city, New York City-city Yeah, yeah 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 Worth more than the blood of a martyr, so I'ma 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 to 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 soldier 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 Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance Inna New York City-city, New York City-city New York City-city, New York City-city, New York |