The World Is Yours - Tip Mix

(Whose world is this?) La, la la la (Whose world is this?) 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 Nike's 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 (Whose world is this?) The world is yours Disciple of the project's 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?) 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 bring 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 strife life is the 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 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, puffin' lye, y'all (La la la la) Don't stop the Hennylo (La la la) Who puff the lye? (La la la) Every day, puff the lye, plus the Hengelo (La la la la) 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 stage Walk the blocks with a bop Checkin' dames, plus the game's people play I check the dames, plus the game's people play Bust the problems of the world today (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 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 Queens bridge nation gets 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'