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Song title: Nas - The Cross

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[chorus 2x: nas]
I carry the cross, if virgin mary had an abortion
Id still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to new york
Im happy that the streets is back in new york
For you rappers, I carry the cross

[nas]
Yall can keep yall weak beats, from your corny producers
Theres a new king of the streets, youre gonna get used to
I was the old king of the streets, that yall once hated
But now I reinvented myself, and yall 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 aint no thing I just drop em
To which doctor you copped and you locked and it aint what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit its 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 Ive discovered is my brothers tryin to be
The next me, yeah I support him but hes blinded I see
Jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life
We both still mournin on our mothers, life
And I dont 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]

[nas]
I cant keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little less
I cant be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
I cant 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 yall straight
You too light? I shoot your freckles out
You too dark? the infrared show you what the tec about
Huh? Im 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 aint 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, aint worth the pussy that you sit on
From here on, its a new day
Million dollars aint, what it was yesterday
Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake
Hope yall relate

[chorus]

[nas] I carry the cross