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    "The Cross" Lyrics


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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

    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


    I can't keep a bitch 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 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


    [Nas] I carry the cross
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Clarence E. Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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