The Don Lyrics - Life Is Good - Nas

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 

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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 

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 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 

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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 

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 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, braah 

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 

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 shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit 

This for every ghetto in the hood 

Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood? 

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