Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Don, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Don |
| 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*ck sadness, gad 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 |
| 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*tches out they jeans |
| 20 years in this game, looking 17 |
| I don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine |
| I just blow green, pick which b*tch to bless the king |
| Although he’s on to another chapter |
| Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah |
| 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 sh*t, under fire I remain on some calm sh*t |
| This for every ghetto in the hood |
| Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood? |