Nas - The world is yours

[Gancho: Pete Rock + Nas]
(It's yours),
Whose world is this?,
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?.


[Nas]
I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then,
Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin,
Behold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement,
Understandable smooth shit 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,
Suede Timbs on my feet makes my cipher complete,
Whether cruisin' 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.


[Estribillo: Pete Rock & Nas]
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
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?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?


[Nas]
To my man Ill Will,
God bless your life,
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 housing 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 Jesús, soakin' their 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 you livin'? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre,
You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker?.


[Estribillo: Pete Rock & Nas]
It's yours,
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
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?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
It's yours.


[Scratches]
Break it down,
It's yours, it's yours,
It's yours, it's yours.


[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, 1,000 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,
Tryin' to maintain, I 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' women like the Phantom,
The crew is lampin', Big Willie style,
Check the chip-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 bust the problems of the world today.


[Estribillo: Pete Rock & Nas]
It's yours,
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
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?
The world is yours, the world is yours,
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
It's yours.