THE CROSS

I carry the cross If Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets are back in New York For you rappers that carry the cross I carry the cross If Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets are back in New York For you rappers that carry the cross I could keep your reap 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 ya'll once hated But now I reinvented myself and ya'll recognize Nas, N-A-S me niggas against society Noisy I ain't silently New source surrounding me I hang on my string but ain't no thing I just try from that wished I cop that you locked It ain't what it was I changed it up from the cops it is hard to see R&B rappers arguably started fucking up the game horribly Cause I parted to see Then these officers talking to me Bitches infatuated say that they love me Lying to me Without the stuff it is my brothers trying to be the next me Yeah, I support him but he's blinded I see Jealousy he loved me to death My bug I love him for life We both still mourning on our mother's life And I don't need much but a dutch or a bitch to fuck A six a truck some guns to bust I wish it was that simple The last emperor hit your ass with a 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 I had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets are back in New York For you rappers that carry the cross I carry the cross If Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets are back in New York For you rappers that 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 for sex I can't rest until my niggas and houses where pretty maids Watering flowers in them While my niggas walk around in their trousers grinning Gotta keep alot of heat 30 cals 10 milimeters 40 pals plus the heckler To set you straight You're too light I'll shoot your freckles out You're too dark infrared show you what the tech about I'm stressing out need more offices for boss's secretaries and meetings With sharks who mad greedy We could sell more boats on the coast Give coats to the poor and give hope to the broke They live low But that in reality I look happy but under the smile You see a nigga who know out of three woman Two out of three would love you but lead you to their own Hit a evil bitch You the reason niggas eat beef and holding on Pose to the earth and be 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 boasting ball 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 I had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets are back in New York For you rappers that carry the cross I carry the cross If Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses I had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets are back in New York For you rappers that carry the cross I carry the cross