The Don (Album Version)-Nas

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
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
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
F**k sadness
Had this been you having this lavish
Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards
You would have s*x 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 n***as 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
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
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
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 B*****s out they jeans
20 years in this game
Looking 17
I don't lean：no codeine
Promethazine
I just blow green
Pick which B***h to bless the king
Although he's on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
Braah
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
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'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 s**t
Under fire I remain on some calm s**t
This for every ghetto in the hood
Nas the Don
Super Cat the Don Dada
Understood
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