Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
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 Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin 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


Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?

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 housin 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 Je-sus' soakin they 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 ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker

"It's yours!"


Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

Sing with the song of Nas, The World Is Yours lyrics!

It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"


I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
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 in a thousand 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, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income 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 through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

"It's yours!"


Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
Break it down

Yea 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
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
"It's yours!"
Long Island, the world is yours
"It's yours!"
Staten Island, yea the world is yours
"It's yours!"
South Bronx, the world is yours
"It's yours!"
Aight

nas

Artist Information

Name:	Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones
Profile:	The son of jazz musician Olu Dara, Nasir was born in Long Island in 1973. He moved to the notoriously harsh Queensbridge Projects and in 1985 he went to hell for snuffin' Jesus. Obviously he got out, because by 1991 he was the street disciple who's voice box locked and excelled like a rocket. He signed to Columbia Records and released possibly the most acclaimed Hiphop album of all time, "Illmatic". His following albums have failed to garner quite the same praise, but his body of work is some of the finest and most thoughtful lyricism in Hiphop's catalog. Even now Nas manages to pull fans from both the MTV crowd and the underground.
Albums / OSTs:	exit wounds god's son i am illmatic it was written men in black nastradamus stillmatic street's disciple Click here to view All Albums and Song Lyrics of Nas!