The cross
par Nas
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[Chorus 2X: Nas]
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I´d still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I´m happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross
[Nas]
Y´all can keep y´all weak beats, from your corny producers
There´s a new king of the streets, you´re gonna get used to
I was the old king of the streets, that y´all once hated
But now I reinvented myself, and y´all all waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me
I hang ´em I string ´em up ain´t no thing I just drop ´em
to which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain´t what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it´s hard to see R&B
rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin to me
What I´ve discovered is my brother´s tryin to be
the next me, yeah I support him but he´s blinded I see
jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life
We both still mournin on our mother´s, life
And I don´t need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo´ ass
with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I can´t keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little Des
I can´t be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
I can´t rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and flowers in ´em
While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin
Gotta keep a lot of heat; 30 cals 10 millimeters
40 cals plus the heckler, to set y´all straight
You too light? I shoot your freckles out
You too dark? The infrared show you what the tec about
Huh? I´m stressin out, need more offices for bosses
Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy
We can sell mo´, boats on the coast
Give, coats to the po´ and give, hope to the broke then live low
But that ain´t reality, I look happy but under the sky
You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
will love you but lead you to they own, hidden evil
BITCH! You the reason niggaz be beefin, hoe get on
´Posed to be Earth, ain´t worth the pussy that you sit on
From here on, it´s a new day
Million dollars ain´t, what it was yesterday
Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake
Hope y´all relate
[Chorus]
[Nas] I carry the cross
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I´d still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I´m happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross
[Nas]
Y´all can keep y´all weak beats, from your corny producers
There´s a new king of the streets, you´re gonna get used to
I was the old king of the streets, that y´all once hated
But now I reinvented myself, and y´all all waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me
I hang ´em I string ´em up ain´t no thing I just drop ´em
to which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain´t what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it´s hard to see R&B
rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin to me
What I´ve discovered is my brother´s tryin to be
the next me, yeah I support him but he´s blinded I see
jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life
We both still mournin on our mother´s, life
And I don´t need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo´ ass
with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I can´t keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little Des
I can´t be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
I can´t rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and flowers in ´em
While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin
Gotta keep a lot of heat; 30 cals 10 millimeters
40 cals plus the heckler, to set y´all straight
You too light? I shoot your freckles out
You too dark? The infrared show you what the tec about
Huh? I´m stressin out, need more offices for bosses
Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy
We can sell mo´, boats on the coast
Give, coats to the po´ and give, hope to the broke then live low
But that ain´t reality, I look happy but under the sky
You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
will love you but lead you to they own, hidden evil
BITCH! You the reason niggaz be beefin, hoe get on
´Posed to be Earth, ain´t worth the pussy that you sit on
From here on, it´s a new day
Million dollars ain´t, what it was yesterday
Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake
Hope y´all relate
[Chorus]
[Nas] I carry the cross
