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 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, 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
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