Title TheDon. 00;20. 00Artist Nas. 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
. Visions to his self. . We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games. We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop
I'm TheDon, armed and dangerous. With a mic I'm like ordain. I just make a wish, it becomes a command. The rhyme family is my fans My territory spans from New York to Hollywood. The whole
Title TheDon. 00;20. 00Artist Nas. 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
Title TheDon. 00;20. 00Artist Nas. 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
Look away from the sea. I can take you anywhere. Spend a vision with me. A chase with the wind. . Move closer to me. I can make you anyone. I think you're ready to see. The gates to babylon
