Nas - The World is Yours (Q-Tip Remix) lyrics

(Who's world is this?) 2x [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged Writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbing, mechanical movement Understandable smooth sh** that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right A fiend of hip-hop, it's 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 cruising in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, beats make me falling asleep I keep falling, but never falling 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**ing presidents to represent me [Hook] (Whose world is this?) The world is yours Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer (Whose world is this?) Yeah, the world is yours To the philly bluntheads, crack-pumping drug murderers (Whose world is this?) The world is yours To my n***as coming home from lockdown with new plans (Whose world is this?) f** it, the world is mine Holding a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand (Whose world is this?) [Verse 2: Nas] 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***as pay me intuition to listen To murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds So many cultures on one planet but one culture's free Son, I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm getting vex Giuliani you 6-6-6 There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays I toke the chocolate potent philles never roach-sprayed sh** is a ha**le, the bridge is like a haunted castle The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's la**o And yo, the trife life is the most influential Though colors on men's skins and pens is coincidental How you living, large or broker? You're wasting time extorting papers from smokers Catching court papers getting broker [Hook] The world is mine Persona of late Tony Montana yet gettin' mine (Whose world is this?) The whole world is mine Who want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye (Whose world is this?) Henny up with the lye (La la la) Never stop, we don't stop (La la la) The hennylo, puffin' lye y'all (La la la) Don't stop the hennylo (La la la) Who puff the lye? (La la la) Everyday, puff the lye plus the hennylo (La la la) [Verse 3: Nas] 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 a thousand miles from home I need a new n***a, for this black cloud to follow 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain, flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturing my peeps not even could 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**hes like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Ill Will style Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash through the fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop Checking dames plus the games people play I check the games plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today (Who's world is this?) 5x (La la la, la la la, la la la la la) (Repeated until end) [Outro] Yeah yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole f**in' Queens My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real Lord The Queensbridge nation, get it on Fakin' no f**in' jacks, f** around and get your wig pushed back And big shoutout to my man k**a, Ron Du, it's 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'...