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homo, grossing our net\nSimultaneously making me climb higher\nHeinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me\nFuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish\nHabitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards\nYou would have sex on condominium roof decks\nSo anyone move next, I'll hit you with two Tecs\nRocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy\nMy Colombiana mommy riding beside me\nEvery tat mean something, that's my word on my body\nI'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty\nMy niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment\nJust cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it\nIn 97 the six, 98 the Bentley\nNow it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but\n\nNas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\nNas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\nInna New York City, inna New York City\nInna New York City, inna New York City\n\nArmy jacket swag, Army jacket green and black\nWith the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?\nPass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack\nI never did that, my sock's where my stash was at\nYo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack\nI fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that\nCutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at\nFuture not crystal clear yet Baccarat\nNow I'm the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams\nBottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team\nThat long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans\n20 years in this game, looking 17\nI don't lean: no codeine, promethazine\nI just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king\nAlthough he's on to another chapter\nHeavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah\n\nNas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\nNas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\nInna New York City, inna New York City\nInna New York City, inna New York City\n\nNew York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island\nThe cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens\nIt's 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Fuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish\n[00:33.67] Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards\n[00:36.41] You would have sex on condominium roof decks\n[00:39.03] So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two Tecs\n[00:41.54] Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy\n[00:44.74] My Colombiana mommy riding beside me\n[00:46.81] Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body\n[00:49.35] I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty\n[00:51.88] My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment\n[00:54.83] Just cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it\n[00:57.26] In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley\n[00:59.85] Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but\n[01:02.29] Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n[01:05.12] Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n[01:07.86] Inna New York City, inna New York City\n[01:10.07] Inna New York City, inna New York City\n[01:13.05] Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and 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Don\n[01:57.27] Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n[01:59.80] Inna New York City, inna New York City\n[02:01.43] Inna New York City, inna New York City\n[02:05.01] New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island\n[02:07.61] The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens\n[02:10.28] It's all about surviving, same old two step\n[02:13.30] Try to stay alive when they be out robbing\n[02:15.35] I been out rhyming since born knowledge\n[02:18.15] Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar\n[02:19.55] Worth more than the blood of a martyr\n[02:22.66] So I'mma, keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars\n[02:25.48] Keep your friends close and your enemies closer\n[02:27.93] Love model chocha mommy pop it like she 'pose ta\n[02:31.02] Eyes red shot like I'm never sober\n[02:33.13] Big time smoker, Indonesian doja\n[02:35.48] Mini me's you can hold up before you end up wet up from my soldiers\n[02:38.73] Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit\n[02:41.70] This for 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York girl, dem a mad over we\nNew York girl, dem a mad over we\nNew York girl, dem a mad over we\n\nNas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\nNas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\nInna New York City, inna New York City\nInna New York City, inna New York City\n\nSmoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle\nHope I don't catch a homo, grossing our net\nSimultaneously making me climb higher\nHeinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me\nFuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish\nHabitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards\nYou would have sex on condominium roof decks\nSo anyone move next, I'll hit you with two Tecs\nRocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy\nMy Colombiana mommy riding beside me\nEvery tat mean something, that's my word on my body\nI'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty\nMy niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment\nJust cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it\nIn 97 the six, 98 the 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In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley\n  Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but\n\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n\n  Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and black\n  With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?\n  Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack\n  I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at\n  Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack\n  I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that\n  Cutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at\n  Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat\n  Now I'm the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams\n  Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team\n  That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans\n  20 years in this game, looking 17\n  I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine\n  I just blow green, pick 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shotty\n  start_ms: 49350\n  end_ms: 51880\n- text: My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment\n  start_ms: 51880\n  end_ms: 54830\n- text: Just cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it\n  start_ms: 54830\n  end_ms: 57260\n- text: In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley\n  start_ms: 57260\n  end_ms: 59850\n- text: Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but\n  start_ms: 59850\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 65120\n- text: Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  start_ms: 65120\n  end_ms: 67860\n- text: Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  start_ms: 67860\n  end_ms: 70070\n- text: Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  start_ms: 70070\n  end_ms: 73050\n- text: Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and black\n  start_ms: 73050\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78100\n- text: Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack\n  start_ms: 78100\n  end_ms: 81080\n- text: I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at\n  start_ms: 81080\n  end_ms: 83730\n- text: Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack\n  start_ms: 83730\n  end_ms: 86600\n- text: I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that\n  start_ms: 86600\n  end_ms: 88570\n- text: Cutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at\n  start_ms: 88570\n  end_ms: 91450\n- text: Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat\n  start_ms: 91450\n  end_ms: 93720\n- text: Now I'm the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams\n  start_ms: 93720\n  end_ms: 96600\n- text: Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team\n  start_ms: 96600\n  end_ms: 99250\n- text: That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans\n  start_ms: 99250\n  end_ms: 101610\n- text: 20 years in this game, looking 17\n  start_ms: 101610\n  end_ms: 104270\n- text: 'I don''t lean: no codeine, promethazine'\n  start_ms: 104270\n  end_ms: 107110\n- text: I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king\n  start_ms: 107110\n  end_ms: 109660\n- text: Although he's on to another chapter\n  start_ms: 109660\n  end_ms: 111680\n- text: Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah\n  start_ms: 111680\n  end_ms: 114890\n- text: Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  start_ms: 114890\n  end_ms: 117270\n- text: Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  start_ms: 117270\n  end_ms: 119800\n- text: Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  start_ms: 119800\n  end_ms: 121430\n- text: Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  start_ms: 121430\n  end_ms: 125010\n- text: New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island\n  start_ms: 125010\n  end_ms: 127610\n- text: The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens\n  start_ms: 127610\n  end_ms: 130280\n- text: It's all about surviving, same old two step\n  start_ms: 130280\n  end_ms: 133300\n- text: Try to stay alive when they be out robbing\n  start_ms: 133300\n  end_ms: 135350\n- text: I been out rhyming since born knowledge\n  start_ms: 135350\n  end_ms: 138150\n- text: Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar\n  start_ms: 138150\n  end_ms: 139550\n- text: Worth more than the blood of a martyr\n  start_ms: 139550\n  end_ms: 142660\n- text: So I'mma, keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars\n  start_ms: 142660\n  end_ms: 145480\n- text: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer\n  start_ms: 145480\n  end_ms: 147930\n- text: Love model chocha mommy pop it like she 'pose ta\n  start_ms: 147930\n  end_ms: 151020\n- text: Eyes red shot like I'm never sober\n  start_ms: 151020\n  end_ms: 153130\n- text: Big time smoker, Indonesian doja\n  start_ms: 153130\n  end_ms: 155480\n- text: Mini me's you can hold up before you end up wet up from my soldiers\n  start_ms: 155480\n  end_ms: 158730\n- text: Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit\n  start_ms: 158730\n  end_ms: 161700\n- text: This for every ghetto in the hood\n  start_ms: 161700\n  end_ms: 163920\n- text: Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood?\n  start_ms: 163920\n  end_ms: 167030\n- text: Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  start_ms: 167030\n  end_ms: 169480\n- text: Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  start_ms: 169480\n  end_ms: 172170\n- text: Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  start_ms: 172170\n  end_ms: 174650\n- text: Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  start_ms: 174650\n  end_ms: 177190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 177190\nplain: |-\n  He's the heartbeat of the people\n  The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people\n  The people who cannot afford to go to big concert\n  Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable\n  Some of them can afford a radio\n  So the only thing they can listen to is the music\n  People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people\n  Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality\n\n  New York girl, dem a mad over we\n  New York girl, dem a mad over we\n  New York girl, dem a mad over we\n  New York girl, dem a mad over we\n\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n\n  Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle\n  Hope I don't catch a homo, grossing our net\n  Simultaneously making me climb higher\n  Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me\n  Fuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish\n  Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards\n  You would have sex on condominium roof decks\n  So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two Tecs\n  Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy\n  My Colombiana mommy riding beside me\n  Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body\n  I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty\n  My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment\n  Just cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it\n  In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley\n  Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but\n\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n\n  Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and black\n  With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?\n  Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack\n  I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at\n  Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack\n  I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that\n  Cutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at\n  Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat\n  Now I'm the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams\n  Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team\n  That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans\n  20 years in this game, looking 17\n  I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine\n  I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king\n  Although he's on to another chapter\n  Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah\n\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n\n  New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island\n  The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens\n  It's all about surviving, same old two step\n  Try to stay alive when they be out robbing\n  I been out rhyming since born knowledge\n  Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar\n  Worth more than the blood of a martyr\n  So I'mma, keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars\n  Keep your friends close and your enemies closer\n  Love model chocha mommy pop it like she 'pose ta\n  Eyes red shot like I'm never sober\n  Big time smoker, Indonesian doja\n  Mini me's you can hold up before you end up wet up from my soldiers\n  Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit\n  This for every ghetto in the hood\n  Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood?\n\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n  Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don\n\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n  Inna New York City, inna New York City\n"}]