Brian Setzer Orchestra - Sleepwalk lyrics

[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

[chorus]

[nas]

I can’t keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little less

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 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, 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

Hope y’all relate

[chorus]

[nas] I carry the cross