The World Could be Yours

[Verse One: Big Marc] At the start of our journey together you couldn't tear us apart We was like Jenny and Forrest, peas and carrots Rings with karats, and it seen people starin' Hoes lovin my style, niggas love jeans you was wearin Carryin on, this love jones heatin my soul Like a pot of auntie collard greens on top of the stove You keep the business on the low like pullin Daytons and Vogues You keep me puffin on some purple and you don't even smoke But hold up! You flippin the script, say I fuck around But you talkin nonsense like a gat with no clip That's why a nigga jumped ship, I might as well do my thang Them jealous hoes on your end sprinklin salt in my game You think I'm a lame, but honestly you hatin my fame You mad every time pretty dimes call out my name You know it's a shame, you keep shit goin like plumbers Get yo' belongings, get the fuck out and go live wit'cha momma [Hook: Da Backwudz] The world could be yours, but you fucked it all up Cause you got me fed all up It's to a point now where a nigga fists stay balled up My patience been used all up The world could be yours, but you fucked it all up Sayin you' gon get me caught up You know I wasn't cheatin girl, I just went to buy the mall up Let me find a ho to call up [Verse Two: Sho Nuff] Shorty when we first kicked it off, I met her at the mall Standin five feet tall, thick big booty broad Finest chick I ever saw, remind me of Halle But she love to roll reefer drive a Chevrolet with Rally's Shorty used to live in Cali, now she in Atlanta Say she love my country grammar while she peelin my banana Hey! Now we spendin so much quality time The other women on my mind I left 'em stranded behind See we both were movin up, like George and Louise I never thought that you would be my only fish in the sea But take it from me, everything ain't peaches and cream She started screenin all my calls, never trusted in me Ya followin' me, always wanna argue with me And cut up my clothes, faded all my Guess and Girbaud's This shit gettin old, it's time for me to hop the fence The world coulda been yours if you had some sense [Hook] [Verse Three: Sho Nuff & Big Marc] Shit what's the deal pimp? You know how I feel pimp Look shorty be trippin when I be tryin to chill pimp Nigga you f'real pimp? Mayne she on the ill tip Threw away my ounce cause she think I wanna friend here Let me tell you this though, I can't believe this ho What? Had the nerve to come over my crib and show her asshole Man what she do folk? Cussin' out my kinfolk Scratched up my Cutlass and she busted out my window Man I think I'm through folk Shit I know I'm through look Shorty got more problems than the pages in a math book Shoulda got her ass whooped man folk don't even take it there Them hoes ain't good for nothin but showin' what's in they underwear Nigga ask me if I care, dude I gotta let her go I'm tired of the drama and the law knockin at my do' Look, do what you gotta do, I'mma do the same too Push her to the curb like the way I do my 22's [Hook] {*sped up: "You know the world, the world would be yours" to end*}