Super Cat - The Don lyrics

[Produced by Heavy D, Da Internz & Salaam Remi] [Intro: Super Cat] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 1] Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a h*mo, grossing our net Simultaneously making me climb higher Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me f** sadness, had this been you having this lavish Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards You would have s** 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 with that Mossberg shotty My n***as 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 em but [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] Army jacket swag Army jacket green and black With the square top pocket that snaps Where the gas at Pa** that, not you, you hold cracks in your a**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 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**hes out they jeans Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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 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 soldiers Don sh**, under fire I remain on some calm sh** This for every ghetto in the hood Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood [Hook] 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