The World Is Yours Lyrics by NAS

The World Is Yours Lyrics

    "It's yours!" --> [T La Rock]

    [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

    [PR] Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    "It's yours!"
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?

    I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
    Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
    To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
    Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
    The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
    The 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 streets
    Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
    Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
    I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
    I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
    I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

    [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

    [PR] Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    [PR] Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    "It's yours!"
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?

    To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
    "It's yours!"
    To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
    I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
    Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
    Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
    The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
    Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
    Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
    There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
    While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
    of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
    Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
    My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
    Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
    How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
    You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker

    "It's yours!"

    [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    [PR] Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    "It's yours!"
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    [Nas] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    "It's yours!"
    [PR] Break it down

    [Pete Rock cuts and scratches "It's yours!"]

    I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
    For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
    Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
    I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
    I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
    Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
    Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
    Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
    And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
    Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
    The crew is lampin big Willie style
    Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
    Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
    Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
    people play, bust the problems of the world today

    "It's yours!"

    [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    [PR] Whose world is this?
    [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    "It's yours!"
    It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    [Nas] Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours
    [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
    Whose world is this?
    "It's yours!"
    Break it down

    Yea aight?
    To everybody in Queens, the foundation
    "It's yours!"
    The world is yours
    To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
    "It's yours!"
    The world is yours
    To everybody in Brooklyn
    Y'all know the world is yours
    "It's yours!"
    The world is yours
    Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
    "It's yours!"
    Long Island, the world is yours
    "It's yours!"
    Staten Island, yea the world is yours
    "It's yours!"
    South Bronx, the world is yours
    "It's yours!"
    Aight

    [Pete Rock keeps cuttin and scratchin "It's yours!" to fade]

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