The World is Yours Original Remix Lyrics by Nas

The World is Yours Original Remix Lyrics



    "Who's world is this?" 2x

    [Verse 1].....la la la, la la la
    I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
    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 with
    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
    Air the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, complete
    Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
    I can't call it, beats make me fallin asleep
    I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
    I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)
    I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me

    [Chorus]
    "Whose world is this?"
    The world is yours
    Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer
    "Whose world is this?"
    Yeah the world is yours
    To the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers
    "Whose world is this?"
    The world is yours
    To my niggaz coming home from lockdown with new plans
    "Whose world is this?"
    @%*#, the world is mine
    Holdin' 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 life
    To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
    My insight enlights vision
    Words of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuition
    To listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticism
    Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
    So many cultures in one planet but one culture's free
    Son, I need weed to proceed
    Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed Guiliani and six six six
    There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays
    I toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach spray
    Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle
    The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lassle
    Hey yo, the trife life is the most influential
    The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental
    How ya livin'? Large or broke uh
    You're wasting time extortin papers from smokers
    Cacthing court papers getting broker

    [Chorus]
    The world is mine
    Persona of late Tony Montana yet gettin' mine
    "Whose world is this?"
    The whole world is mine
    Who 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 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 bitches like the Phantom
    The crew is lampin Ill Will style
    Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild
    Stash through the fly clothes, burnin dollars to light my stove
    Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the games
    people play, I check the dames plus the games people play
    bust the problems of the world today

    "Who's world is this?" 5x
    (until end)
    "La la la, la la la, la la la la la"

    (Outro)
    Yeah yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air
    Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole fuckin' Queens
    My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real Lord
    The Queensbridge nation, get it on
    Fakin' no fuckin' jacks, fuck around and get your wig pushed back
    And big shout out to my man Killa, ???? is on you
    L.E.S. on another murder quest, '94 and we out
    Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere
    Keep the la la goin'...

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