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Whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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It's yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged |
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Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin |
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To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement |
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Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with |
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The thief's theme - play me at night, they won't act right |
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The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe hip-hop |
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The mind activation, react like I'm facing |
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Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracing |
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Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets |
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Suede Timbs on my feet makes my cipher complete |
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Whether cruising in a Six cab or Montero Jeep |
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I can't call it; the beats make me falling asleep |
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I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep |
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I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) |
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I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) |
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I'm out for dead presidents to represent me |
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Whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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It's yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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To my man Ill Will, God bless your life |
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To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life |
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I trip, we box up crazy bitches, aimin' guns in all my baby pictures |
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Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's |
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Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul |
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The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child |
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Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled |
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Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle |
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There's no days for broke days we sell it: smoke pays |
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While all the old folks pray to Jes煤s, soakin' their sins in trays |
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Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter |
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Thinking a word best describing my life to name my daughter |
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My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection |
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Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction |
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How you living, large -- a broker charge, cards are mediocre |
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You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? |
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It's yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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It's yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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I'm the young city bandit hold myself down single-handed |
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For murder raps - I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded |
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Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne |
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I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home |
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I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow |
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Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow |
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Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip |
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Picturing my peeps not eating can make my heartbeat skip |
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And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs |
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Headed for Indiana, stabbing women like the Phantom |
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The crew is lampin' Big Willie style |
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Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild |
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Stash loot in fly clothes, burning dollars to light my stoge |
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Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames |
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Plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today |
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It's yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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It's yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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The world is yours, the world is yours |
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It's mine, it's mine, it's mine; whose world is this? |
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It's yours |
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Yea aight? |
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To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours!) |
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The world is yours |
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To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours!) |
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The world is yours |
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To everybody in Brooklyn |
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Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours!) |
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The world is yours |
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Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours!) |
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Long Island, the world is yours(It's yours!) |
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Staten Island, yea the world is yours (It's yours!) |
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South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours!) |
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ALrIght |