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New York girls, them are bad over there(x4) Nas, the Don (x8) In a New York city (x4) Yeah, Smokin' an escubano Guzzle my second bottle Hope I dont catch a homo Simultaneously making me climb higher, Henious 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 Rockin' Roberto Cavalli no shirt, On convertable Mazy My Columbiana mommy ridin' beside me Every tat' mean somethin' Thats the word on my body I'll have to learn somethin' with that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignorant Put lead in your pigment Just 'cause y'all was mad over the years I was gettin' 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 (x8) In a New York city (x4) 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 in your ass crack I never did that, My socks were where my stacks were at, yo' Yo', I used to listen to that red alert and rap attack I fell in love with all that poetry, I mastered that Cuttin' school with Preme Team The phat cat was at Future not crystal clear yet, Baccarat Now I'm the one thats reppin' Queens Way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers, Surround my team That long cash gets the baddest bitches out they' jeans 20 years in this game, lookin' 17 I dont lean; no codeine, promethazine I just blow green Pick which bitch to bless the king Although he's onto another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam For me to rap to. (Raaah!) Nas the Don (x8) In a New York city (x4) New York is like an island A big Riker's island The cops be out wildin', All I hear is sirens It's all about survivin', Same old two steps Try'na stay alive when They be out robbin' I been out rhymin' 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 till I see a billion dollars Keep your friends close And your enemies closer Love model Chocha, Mommy pop it like she s'posed to Eyes red shot, Like I'm never sober Big time smoker Indonesia doja Maybe means 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 Don Dotta Understood. Nas the Don (x8) In a New York city (x4)