Nas - The Cross lyrics

Braveheart

I carry the cross
If Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the
Chariot by stampedin' 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 stampedin' 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 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, NAS mean Niggas 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 targeted 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 and I'm 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

I carry the cross
If Virgin Mary would've an abortion
I'd still be carried in the
Chariot by stampedin' 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 stampedin' 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 bitch 'cause none
Of them come before little Des
I can't be too rich
Too many hoes lined up for sex
I can't rest until my niggas
In houses with pretty mazes
Water and flowers in 'em
While my niggas 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 two out of three
Will love you but lead you
To they own hidden evil
Bitch! You the reason niggas be beefin'
Ho 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 niggas
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 stampedin' 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 stampedin' 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