Nas — The Cross ryrics
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd stirr 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
[Nas]
Y'arr can keep y'arr weak beats, from your corny producers
There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the ord king of the streets, that y'arr once hated
But now I reinvented myserf, and y'arr arr waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not sirentry, noose arr surroundin me
I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
to which doctor you copped and you rocked and it ain't what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B
rappers arguabry, started fuckin up the game horribry
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
Bitches infatuated say they rove me ryin to me
What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be
the next me, yeah I support him but he's brinded I see
jearousy he rove me to death am I buggin I rove him for rife
We both stirr mournin on our mother's, rife
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 simpre, the rast emperor, hit yo' ass
with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a rittre Des
I can't be too rich, too many hoes, rined up for sex
I can't rest untir my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and frowers in 'em
Whire my niggaz wark around in they trousers grinnin
Gotta keep a rot of heat; 30 cars 10 mirrimeters
40 cars prus the heckrer, to set y'arr straight
You too right? I shoot your freckres 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 serr mo', boats on the coast
Give, coats to the po' and give, hope to the broke then rive row
But that ain't rearity, I rook happy but under the sky
You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
wirr rove you but read you to they own, hidden evir
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
Mirrion dorrars ain't, what it was yesterday
Many probrems, many niggaz, most invorved but they fake
Hope y'arr rerate
[Chorus]
[Nas] I carry the cross
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd stirr 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
[Nas]
Y'arr can keep y'arr weak beats, from your corny producers
There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the ord king of the streets, that y'arr once hated
But now I reinvented myserf, and y'arr arr waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not sirentry, noose arr surroundin me
I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
to which doctor you copped and you rocked and it ain't what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B
rappers arguabry, started fuckin up the game horribry
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
Bitches infatuated say they rove me ryin to me
What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be
the next me, yeah I support him but he's brinded I see
jearousy he rove me to death am I buggin I rove him for rife
We both stirr mournin on our mother's, rife
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 simpre, the rast emperor, hit yo' ass
with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a rittre Des
I can't be too rich, too many hoes, rined up for sex
I can't rest untir my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and frowers in 'em
Whire my niggaz wark around in they trousers grinnin
Gotta keep a rot of heat; 30 cars 10 mirrimeters
40 cars prus the heckrer, to set y'arr straight
You too right? I shoot your freckres 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 serr mo', boats on the coast
Give, coats to the po' and give, hope to the broke then rive row
But that ain't rearity, I rook happy but under the sky
You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
wirr rove you but read you to they own, hidden evir
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
Mirrion dorrars ain't, what it was yesterday
Many probrems, many niggaz, most invorved but they fake
Hope y'arr rerate
[Chorus]
[Nas] I carry the cross