The World Is Yours (Tip Mix)

[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 street

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'

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?)

[Verse 2]

To my man Ill Will — God bless your life

To my peoples throughout Queens — God bless your life

My insight enlights vision, words of wisdom

Niggas pay me intuition to listen to murder paragraphs of mysticism

Man plants seeds that brings forth multiple breeds

So many cultures on one planet, but one culture's free

Son, I need weed to proceed, change the flow speed

I'm gettin' vexed, Giuliani is 6-6-6

There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays

I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed

Shit is a hassle, the 'Bridge is like a haunted castle

The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso

A-yo, the trife life is most influential

Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental

How you livin'? Large or broker?

You're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers

Catchin' court papers, gettin' broker

[Chorus]

The world is mine

Persona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine!

(Whose world is this?)

The whole world is mine

Who want it? I never front it, I'm forever blunted, hittin' lye

(Whose world is this?)

Henny up with the lye (La la la)

Never stop, we don't stop (La la la)

The Hennylo, puff the lye, y'all (La la la la)

Don't stop the Hennylo (La la la)

We puff the lye (La la la)

Everyday, puff the lye, plus the Hennylo (La la la la)

[Verse 3]

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 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

Tryin' to maintain — flip, fill the clip to the tip

Picturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip

And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up

Even my brain's in handcuffs

Headed for Indiana, stabbin' bitches like the Phantom

The crew is lampin' Ill Will style

Check the gold-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

I check the dames, plus the games people play

Bust the problems of the world today

[Break]

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(Whose world is this?)

(La la la, la la la, la la la la la)

[Outro: "La la la, la la la, la la la la la" in the background]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Wizard, keep that lye in the air

Yo, I wanna give a shout-out to the whole fuckin' Queens

My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real, Lord

The Queensbridge nation get it on

Fakin' no fuckin' jax

Fuck around and get your wig pushed back

A big shout-out to my man Killa!

Ron Du, it's on you

L.E.S. on another murder quest

'94, we out

Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere

Keep the la la goin'...