The World Is Yours (Tip Mix) Nas

[Intro]
(Whose world is this?)
La, la la la
(Whose world is this?)

[Verse 1]
I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
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
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 cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep, I can't call it
Beats make me fallin' asleep, I keep fallin'
But never fallin' 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 fuckin' presidents to represent me

[Chorus]
(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 Phillie blunt heads, crack-pumpin' drug murderers
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours
To my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans
(Whose world is this?)
Fuck it, the world is mine
Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand
(Whose world is this?)