[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 (4x) Nas the Don (8x) Inna New York City (4x)
[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide) 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 Mazy My Columbiana 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 ya’ll can't stand 'em but...
[Hook] Nas the Don (x8) Inna New York City City (4x)
[Verse 2] 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 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 phat 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 20 years in this game, looking 17 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 Blaaaah…
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[Verse 3] 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'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 suppose ta Eyes red shot like I'm never sober Big time smoker, Indonesian doja Mini mes you can hold up before you end up 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 Super Cat the Don Dada Understood?
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