Buckshot - This Is My World lyrics

[Chorus:] This is my world I'm gonna do what I want Yeah imma do what I want This is my world Yea and i'm doing it right Yeah and i'm getting it right This is my world I'm gonna do what I want Yeah imma do what I want This is my world Yea and i'm doing it right Yeah and i'm getting it right [Verse 1:] [Buckshot] Yeah I said all around the world Everywhere I go I look up I see somebody tryna blow Like what up buck I could be your next platinum act That new n***a that'll bring duck down back In fact Me and my whole crew is fast as sh** I spit this because of you and yo man Damn All I want is a chance to advance My advance so I can take a stand on the stand And know my jet goin' land Right in my backyard Pull off in my car Wave my hand So can I get the try bvi Tell the truth I don't see why not So come along [Chorus] [Verse 2:] [Steele & Buckshot] Wwb double c Worldwide we recognise As real mcs To these streets made of matrimony Masters of ceremony Never lonely Friends in high places That forever owe me f** the fad Mean good just the same Entertain insane Since we enter the stage Turn the team Join the pa**port I'm the product the transport Live narcotics I got it out of the jansport That's a metaphor I meant it's all mental Add the instrument to implement This rhyme to your temple Inhale Keep the game plan Exhale Check the wing span Travel through town Different communities Then imma still have diplomatic immunity Ahead of the cla** Yo I running from truancy I live each day like my last Til god through with me [Verse 3:] [Buckshot] What's better than gettin on huh? The same conversation Bout the same sh** that's dead and gone Born sh** I know your story by now Buy a heart You cost so much I'd rather by a town Cause I don't got time to talk I take the t off Add the w and i'm off Said everytime I open my mouth Cash come in True saying But that don't mean it's you that i'm paying My motivation is the ones that major in i I mean We still cool Vacation in size So you can slide any time that you want Yeah its enough green stuff ain't inside our blunt So come along [Chorus] [Outro:] P go off C'mon Yeah Brooklyn Yeah New new new york New zealand They don't give a f** what they feeling… [Adlib to end]