Nas - The World Is Yours (Original Remix) Lyrics
"Who's world is this?" [x2][Verse 1].....la la la, la la laI sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm chargedWritin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the marginTo hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movementUnderstandable smooth shit that murderers move withThe thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightThe fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipeThe mind activation, react like I'm facin time like'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracinWipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streetsAir the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, completeWhether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero JeepI can't call it, beats make me fallin asleepI keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deepI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)I'm out for dead *****ing presidents to represent me[Chorus]"Whose world is this?"The world is yoursDisciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"Whose world is this?"Yeah the world is yoursTo the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers"Whose world is this?"The world is yoursTo my niggaz coming home from lockdown with new plans"Whose world is this?"@%*#, the world is mineHoldin' a stolen cop's glock with G-notes in my hand"Whose world is this?"[Verse 2]To my man Ill Will, God bless your lifeTo my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your lifeMy insight enlights visionWords of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuitionTo listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticismMan plant seeds that brings forth multiple breedsSo many cultures in one planet but one culture's freeSon, I need weed to proceedChange the flow speed and I'm getting vexed Guiliani and six six sixThere's no days for broke days selling smoke paysI toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach sprayShit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castleThe mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lassleHey yo, the trife life is the most influentialThe colors on mens skins and pens is coincidentalHow ya livin'? Large or broke uhYou're wasting time extortin papers from smokersCacthing court papers getting broker[Chorus]The world is minePersona of late Tony Montana yet gettin' mine"Whose world is this?"The whole world is mineWho want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye"Whose world is this?"Ante up with the lye (La la la)Never stop, we don't stop (La la la)The hennylo, puff a lye y'all (La la la)Don't stop the hennylo (La la la)Who puff the lye? (La la la)Everyday, puff the lye plus the hennylo (La la la)[Verse 3]I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehandedFor murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remandedBorn alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throneI'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from homeI need a new nigga, for this black cloud to followCause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrowTrying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tipPicturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skipAnd I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffsHeaded for Indiana stabbin *****es like the PhantomThe crew is lampin Ill Will styleCheck the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wildStash through the fly clothes, burnin dollars to light my stoveWalk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the gamespeople play, I check the dames plus the games people playbust the problems of the world today"Who's world is this?" [x5][until end]"La la la, la la la, la la la la la"[Outro]Yeah yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the airYo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole *****in' QueensMy man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real LordThe Queensbridge nation, get it onFakin' no *****in' jacks, ***** around and get your wig pushed backAnd big shout out to my man Killa, ?? is on youL.E.S. on another murder quest, '94 and we outKeep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhereKeep the la la goin'...
