Cowboy Cross
Title | Cowboy Cross |
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Artist | Emay |
Album | A.D.D. (Altered Dynamic Dimensions) |
Release Date | 2008-02-25 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Chorus: Nas] 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: 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 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: Nas] 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 You might also like[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yo, bust a motherfucking gat to this Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it I'm salty, miserable cat that slap shorties Looks kinda resemble that, a fat Pauly I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do You should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around And if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is Y'all don't overstand how fuckin' strong my wife is I'm from a time where every song was righteous Before rap was just a swarm of white kids And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness Or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters [Chorus: Nas] 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 |