[Intro]
(Whose world is this?)
La, la-la-la
[Verse 1]
I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi til I'm charged
Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth sh*t 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
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete
Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's 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 (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (take money!)
I'm out for dead f*ckin' presidents to represent me
[Hook]
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours
Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer
(Whose world is this?)
Yea, the world is yours
To the Phillie blunt-heads, crack pumpin' drug murderers
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours
To my n*ggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans
(Whose world is this?)
f*ck it, the world is mine
Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G notes in my hand
[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
n*ggas pay me a tuition to listen
To murder paragraphs of mysticism
Man plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds
So many cultures on one planet, but one culture's free
Son, I need weed to proceed
Change the flow speed
I'm gettin' vexed, Giuliani is 666
There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays
I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed
sh*t is a hassle, The Bridge is like a haunted Castle
The mic's my religion, the system is the devil's lasso
And yo, the trife life is most influential
Though colors on men's skin in pens is coincidental
How you livin', large or broker?
You wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers
Catchin' court papers gettin' broker
[Hook]
The world is mine
Persona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine
(Whose world is this?)
The whole world is mine, who want it?
I never fronted, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye
Henny up with the lye, never stop
We don't stop the Henny low, puffin' lye y'all
Don't stop the Henny low, we puff the lye
Everyday puffin' lye, plus the Henny low
[Verse 3]
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 n*gga for this black cloud to follow
'Cause while it's over me, it's too dark to see tomorrow
Tryin' to maintain, flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
Even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbin' b*tches like the Phantom
The crew is lampin', Ill Will style
Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge
Walk the blocks with 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
[Outro: Nas]
*(La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-laaaa) repeated throughout*
(Whose world is this?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air
Yo, I wanna give a shoutout to the whole f*ckin' Queens
My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real, lord
The Queensbridge nation get it on
Fakin' no f*ckin' jacks
f*ck around and get your wig pushed back
A big shout-out to my man Killa, Ron Du is on you
L.E.S on another murder quest
'94, we out
Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere
Keep the la-la goin'