The Cross (Explicit)

The Cross (Explicit) - 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

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

Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers

There's a new king in the streets you're gonna get used to

I was the old king in 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 sh*t it's hard to see R&B

Rappers arguably started f**kin' up the game horribly

'Cause I parted the sea then these novices targeted me

B**ches 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 b**ch to f**k

A six a truck some guns to bust

I wish it was that simple the last emperor hit yo' a**

With the nasty Nas diary get out my path

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

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

I can't keep a b**ch 'cause none of them come up for a little less

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 tech 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 ni**a who know out of three women 2 out of 3

Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil

B**ch you the reason niggaz be beefin' hoe get on

Posed to be earth ain't worth the p**sy 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

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

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

I carry the cross