The World Is Yours
::Chorus by Nas and Pete Rock::
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 whose world is this?
::Nas::
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 Perry 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::
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 Jesus 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::
::Pete Rock::
Break it down.
::Nas::
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 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::
::Outro::
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 yall know the world is yours it's yours the world is yours
everybody 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.
� 1999 N.W.T. Productions