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[Intro: Super Cat] Super Cat New York girls dem are bad over we [x4] Nas the Don [x8] In a new york city [x4] [Verse 1:] Yea... yea 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 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 Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body I'll have to lean something with that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment Just cause y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it In 97 the six Letras de canciones98 the Bentley Now it's the Ghost Phantom And ya'll can't stand 'em but... [Hook:] Nas the Don [x8] In a new york city [x4] [Verse 2:] 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 ass crack I never did that, my sock 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 Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now I'm the one that's reppin 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 lookin 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... [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yeah yeah... New York is like an Island a big Rikers Island The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens It's all about surviving same old two step Tryna stay alive when They be out robbin, I been out rhyming Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad Say the ink from a scholar Worth more than the blood of a martyr So I'm a Keep it on til I see billion dollars Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to Eyes red shot like I'm never sober Big time smoker Indonesian doja Minis me 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 the Don Dotta Understood... [Hook] From Letras Mania