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*}