MMG The World Is Ours lyrics

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Nas


[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Here we are
The world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain...

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
This sh*t make me feel a certain kind of way
Huh, this sh*t feel good right here
This sh*t feel like, some Carol City sh*t right here
My n*gga Peanut, rest in peace
See you would felt this right here
I'm on my Convertible Burt sh*t

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm feelin' myself, hope you feelin' me too
God forgives and I don't, unforgettable dude
I'm ballin' my n*gga, and that's word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor thy brother, but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn't make the rules
I'm just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from Spaghetti-O's to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, sh*t was nice dawg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg
On awards tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas in all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Here we are
The world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain

[Interlude: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah man, ya heard?
I rock Chanel n*gga, yeah, Skateboard, heh

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
They say "Skateboard, you racist
You only hang with white Cubans"
Nonsense, that's the necklace n*gga, the light's moving
This is jewelry, that sh*t is foolery
Frozen water on my neck n*gga, who cool as me?
Up in mansion like the black Kurt Cobain
My n*gga Ross said he's the boss 'cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circ*mstances
Will the facets of the diamonds not be disrespectful
And hurt your chain
And your feelings, yeah, they villains
But I'm chilling, I'm still a N.E.R.D
Millions and millions and millions off of verbs
While my n*ggas be stealing and killing and thrilling for the birds
Making deals, squeezing the life out of them Nextel chirps
But, I'm on my iPhone (uhh)
b*tches put their naked pictures on my iPad
The doors go up and I gone
Black boy scoring his life, I'm scoring the Oscars (I'm really am, n*gga)
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple with my AP
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you, who had the ashy feet
Now I wear that ashy white suit out in Fashion Week (Yes, n*gga)
Where the upper-classes meet, that's just me
I smash the beat
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Here we are
The world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Uhh, dedication to motivation, gave 'em motives to hate me
Old homies betrayed me, running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter, they had four and the baby
It was a whole different story, but f*ck, them n*ggas is shady
Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining n*gga, never had no selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me go and get it, tell me save
Had to learn on my own, ask my mama, I was gone
Puffing purple getting stoned, tryna take the pain away
Now it's Rolls Royces, umbrellas for a rainy day
Old heads told me, "Young fella, this ain't the game to play"
Had to take the chance, told the dealer, "Deal my hand"
And now that n*gga's getting murdered, sh*t is getting scary
I put mirror tint all on the Ghost, I'm screaming, "Bloody Mary"
n*gga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let 'em cross the line of scrimmage, they get f*cking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a rushing Barry
Sinners playin' with hammers
Had them birds but we ain't f*ck with Larry
I was just tryna ball, ducking D's and grinding raw
But now I pull up in that thing
Them n*ggas gon' need some Tylenol, I'm gone!
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Here we are
The world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain

[Verse 4: Stalley]
I'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods
I'm gettin money - period!
They said I got a old soul and I'm rich n*gga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my Geechi n*ggas with big Rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sipping on that dirty juice
With a tre-deuce, living life like they ain't made loot
'Cause what's here today could be gone tomorrow
So I'ma get it myself
I ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight
In case I'm gone tomorrow
Young Bonaparte, I'm noble dog like Drew Ali
Dark shades like Kool Moe Dee, cool fly n*gga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm
Leave with a bad chick under my arm
Uhh! Geechi Liberace
Diamonds on everything, even my posse
(Diamonds on everything, even my posse)

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Here we are
The world is ours
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
The rain...
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