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The World Is Yours Lyrics – Nas

    The World Is Yours is a popular song by Nas from the 1994 album Illmatic. Check words to Nas The World Is Yours Lyrics in English below.

    The World Is Yours Lyrics – Nas 

    [Produced by Pete Rock]

    [Chorus: 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 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?

    [Verse 1: 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
    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 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 feets makes my cipher complete
    Whether cruisin’ in a Sikh’s 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
    [Chorus: 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?

    [Verse 2: Nas]
    To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It’s yours)
    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 when sellin’ smoke pays
    While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin’ they sins in trays
    Of holy water, odds against Nas is 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 in right direction
    How you livin’? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre?
    You flippin’ coke or playin’ spit, spades, and strip poker?
    [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas]
    (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)
    It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine—whose world is this?
    Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
    It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine—whose world is this?
    (It’s yours)

    [Bridge]
    Break it down
    It’s yours, it’s yours
    It’s yours, it’s yours

    [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, 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
    [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas]
    (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)
    It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine—whose world is this? (Yeah)
    The world is yours, the world is yours
    It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine—whose world is this?
    (It’s yours)

    [Outro: Nas & Pete Rock]
    (Break it down) Yeah, aight
    To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It’s yours)
    The world is yours
    To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It’s yours)
    The world is yours
    To everybody in Brooklyn
    Y’all know the world is yours (It’s yours)
    The world is yours
    Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It’s yours)
    Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It’s yours)
    Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It’s yours)
    South Bronx, the world is yours (It’s yours)
    Aight

     

    Writer(s): Nas (Nasir Jones), Pete Rock

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