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 yoursIt'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?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 witThe 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 Timbs 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' asleepI keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead presidents to represent meWhose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yoursIt'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?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 aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin' police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler'sYet 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 hassleThere'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 daughterMy 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 pokerIt'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? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mineWhose world is this? Yo, 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 yoursI'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 homeI 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 skipAnd 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 styleCheck 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 todayIt'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? It's yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mineWhose world is this? Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's yours
Break it downYea aight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation
The world is yours, to everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
The world is yours to everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yoursThe world is yours
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
Long Island, yo the world is yours
Staten Island, yea the world is yours
South Bronx, the world is yours, aight?