Nas — The Cross

[Intro] Braveheart... [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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