The World Is Yours (Tip Mix)

[Intro:] (Whose world is this?) La-la-la-la-la (Whose world is this?) [Verse 1:] 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 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 facing Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracing 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 Six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it; the 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 fucking 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 Philly blunt-heads, crack pumping drug murderers (Whose world is this?) The world is yours To my niggas coming home from lockdown with new plans (Whose world is this?) Fuck it, the world is mine, holding the 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 Niggas pay me in tuition to listen The 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 at 666 There's no days for broke days sellin' smoke pays I tote the chocolate potent Phillies never wrote roach-sprayed Shit 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 The colors on mens skin and pens is coincidental How you livin', large or broker You wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers Catchin' court papers gettin' broker [Hook 2:] The world is mine Persona of late Tony Montana, yea gettin' mine (Whose world is this?) The whole world is mine, who wanted? I never fronted, I'm forever blunted, getting lye Henne up with the lye, never stop, we don't stop the - henne low, puffin' lye ya'll Don't stop the henne low, we puff the lye, everyday puffin' lye, plus the henne 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 nigga 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 eating can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbing bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin', Ill Will style Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stove 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:] (Whose world is this?) Yea, Wizard, keep that lye in the air, yo I wanna give a shoutout to the whole fucking Queens My man Tipster on the boards, keeping it real lord The Queensbridge nation, get it on Faking no fucking jacks Fuck around get your wig pushed back Big shoutout to my man killa, Ron do is on you L-A-S is on another murder quest '94, we out Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere (La-la-la-la-la-la) Keep the la-la going (La-la-la-la-la-la)