[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
[Nas] 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
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[Nas] 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 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 smile 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