The World Is Yours

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The World Is Yours

I sip the Dom P, watching \"Gandhi\" 'til I'm charged
Writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', my 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
Ralph Lauren on the feet makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
President Barack Obama he represents me

Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
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?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Can you believe it, I said the world is yours, believe it

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns at all my baby pictures
Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling 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 Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking a word best describing 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 you living?\" Large, a broker charge cards are mediocre
You flipping coke or playing spit spades and strip poker?

What you want soldier, I thought I told ya
It's mine, it's mine
Whose world
The world, the world, up top
It's your world
It's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
Uh, break it down

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
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, 1,000 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
Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, remember that
Mike Tyson back in the days
Stabbing women like the Phantom
The crew is lamping, Big Willie-style
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove
Blocks with a bop, checking dames, plus the games
People play, bust the problems of the world today

It's mine, it's mine
Whose world
I said the world is yours, the world is yours
Who's world? It's yours
I said the world is yours, the world is yours

To my Queensbridge crew, the foundation, the world is yours, the world is yours
To my people in B-More, the world is yours, the world is yours
All my peoples in VA, the world is yours, the world is yours
In the nation's capital, the world is yours, the world is yours

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