Nas - The World Is Yours (Tip Mix) Lyrics
feat. Pete Rock..."It's yours!" --] T La Rock[Verse 1: Nas]I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'till I'm chargedWriting in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the marginTo hold the mic I'm throbbing, 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 embracin'Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streetsAnd the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, completeWhether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero JeepI can't call it, the beats make me falling asleepI keep falling, but never falling six feet deepI'm out for presidents to represent meI'm out for presidents to represent meI'm out for dead *****ing presidents to represent me[Hook: Pete Rock & Nas]Whose world is this?The world is yoursDisciple of the projects slash verbal murdererWhose world is this?Yeah the world is yoursTo the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderersWhose world is this?The world is yoursTo my niggas coming home from lockdown with new plansWhose world is this?Nigga, the world is mineHolding a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my handWhose world is this?[Verse 2: Nas]To my man Ill Will, God bless your lifeTo my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your lifeMy insight enlights visionWords of wisdomNiggas pay me a tuition to listenTo murder paragraphs of mysticismMan plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds so many cultures on onePlanet but one culture's freeSon, I need weed to proceedChange the flow speed and I'm getting vex Giuliani you 6-6-6There's no days for broke days selling smoke paysI toke the chocolate potent philles never roach-sprayedShit is a hassle, the bridge is like a haunted castleThe mic my religion and the system is the Devil's lassoAnd yo, the trife life is the most influentialThe colors on mink skins and pens is coincidentalHow ya living large you brokeYou're wasting time extorting papers from smokersCatching court papers getting broker[Hook][Verse 3: Nas]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 flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stoveWalk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the gamesPeople play, I check the games plus the games people playBust the problems of the world today[Hook]
