The World Is Yours - Geisha Twins Remix Lyrics
| Song | The World Is Yours - Geisha Twins Remix |
| Artist | Cris Cassara |
| Album | Teaser Magazine (Fashion Meets Music, Volume 1) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 'It's yours!' --] T La Rock | |
| Chorus：Nas, Pete Rock | |
| [PR] Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? 'It's yours!' | |
| It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged | |
| Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin | |
| To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement | |
| Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit | |
| The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right | |
| The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe | |
| The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like | |
| Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin | |
| Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets | |
| Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete | |
| Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep | |
| I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep | |
| I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep | |
| I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) | |
| I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) | |
| I'm out for dead presidents to represent me | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| [PR] Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| [PR] Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? 'It's yours!' | |
| It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| To my man Ill Will, God bless your life 'It's yours!' | |
| To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life | |
| I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures | |
| Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's | |
| Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul | |
| The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child | |
| Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled | |
| Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle | |
| There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays | |
| While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays | |
| of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter | |
| Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter | |
| My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection | |
| Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction | |
| How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre | |
| You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker | |
| 'It's yours!' | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| [PR] Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? 'It's yours!' | |
| It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? 'It's yours!' | |
| [PR] Break it down | |
| *Pete Rock cuts and scratches 'It's yours!'* | |
| I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded | |
| 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 in 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 | |
| Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip | |
| Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip | |
| And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs | |
| Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom | |
| The crew is lampin big Willie style | |
| Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild | |
| Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove | |
| Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games | |
| people play, bust the problems of the world today | |
| 'It's yours!' | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| [PR] Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? 'It's yours!' | |
| It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| [Nas] Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours | |
| [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine | |
| Whose world is this? 'It's yours!' | |
| Break it down | |
| Yea aight? | |
| To everybody in Queens, the foundation 'It's yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours 'It's yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| To everybody in Brooklyn | |
| Y'all know the world is yours 'It's yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours 'It's yours!' | |
| Long Island, the world is yours 'It's yours!' | |
| Staten Island, yea the world is yours 'It's yours!' | |
| South Bronx, the world is yours 'It's yours!' | |
| Aight | |
| *Pete Rock keeps cuttin and scratchin 'It's yours!' to fade* |
| ' It' s yours!' T La Rock | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I' m charged | |
| Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin | |
| To hold the mic I' m throbbin, mechanical movement | |
| Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit | |
| The thief' s theme, play me at night, they won' t act right | |
| The fiend of hiphop has got me stuck like a crack pipe | |
| The mind activation, react like I' m facin time like | |
| Perry Mason with pens I' m embracin | |
| Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets | |
| Suede Timb' s on my feets, makes my cypher, complete | |
| Whether crusin in a sixcab, or Montero Jeep | |
| I can' t call it, the beats make me fallin asleep | |
| I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep | |
| I' m out for presidents to represent me Say what? | |
| I' m out for presidents to represent me Say what? | |
| I' m out for dead presidents to represent me | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| To my man Ill Will, God bless your life ' It' s yours!' | |
| To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life | |
| I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures | |
| Beef with housin police, release scriptures that' s maybe Hitler' s | |
| Yet I' m the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul | |
| The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child | |
| Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled | |
| Or caught by the devil' s lasso, shit is a hassle | |
| There' s no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays | |
| While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin they sins in trays | |
| of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter | |
| Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter | |
| My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection | |
| Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he' ll lead a right direction | |
| How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre | |
| You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker | |
| ' It' s yours!' | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| PR Break it down | |
| Pete Rock cuts and scratches ' It' s yours!' | |
| I' m the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded | |
| 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 in 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 | |
| Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip | |
| Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip | |
| And I' m amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain' s in handcuffs | |
| Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom | |
| The crew is lampin big Willie style | |
| Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild | |
| Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove | |
| Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games | |
| people play, bust the problems of the world today | |
| ' It' s yours!' | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| Break it down | |
| Yea aight? | |
| To everybody in Queens, the foundation ' It' s yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| To everybody in Brooklyn | |
| Y' all know the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| Long Island, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| Staten Island, yea the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| South Bronx, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| Aight | |
| Pete Rock keeps cuttin and scratchin ' It' s yours!' to fade |
| ' It' s yours!' T La Rock | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I' m charged | |
| Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin | |
| To hold the mic I' m throbbin, mechanical movement | |
| Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit | |
| The thief' s theme, play me at night, they won' t act right | |
| The fiend of hiphop has got me stuck like a crack pipe | |
| The mind activation, react like I' m facin time like | |
| Perry Mason with pens I' m embracin | |
| Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets | |
| Suede Timb' s on my feets, makes my cypher, complete | |
| Whether crusin in a sixcab, or Montero Jeep | |
| I can' t call it, the beats make me fallin asleep | |
| I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep | |
| I' m out for presidents to represent me Say what? | |
| I' m out for presidents to represent me Say what? | |
| I' m out for dead presidents to represent me | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| To my man Ill Will, God bless your life ' It' s yours!' | |
| To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life | |
| I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures | |
| Beef with housin police, release scriptures that' s maybe Hitler' s | |
| Yet I' m the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul | |
| The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child | |
| Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled | |
| Or caught by the devil' s lasso, shit is a hassle | |
| There' s no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays | |
| While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin they sins in trays | |
| of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter | |
| Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter | |
| My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection | |
| Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he' ll lead a right direction | |
| How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre | |
| You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker | |
| ' It' s yours!' | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| PR Break it down | |
| Pete Rock cuts and scratches ' It' s yours!' | |
| I' m the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded | |
| 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 in 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 | |
| Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip | |
| Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip | |
| And I' m amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain' s in handcuffs | |
| Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom | |
| The crew is lampin big Willie style | |
| Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild | |
| Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove | |
| Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games | |
| people play, bust the problems of the world today | |
| ' It' s yours!' | |
| Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| PR Whose world is this? | |
| Nas The world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? | |
| Nas Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours | |
| PR It' s mine, it' s mine, it' s mine | |
| Whose world is this? ' It' s yours!' | |
| Break it down | |
| Yea aight? | |
| To everybody in Queens, the foundation ' It' s yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| To everybody in Brooklyn | |
| Y' all know the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| The world is yours | |
| Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| Long Island, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| Staten Island, yea the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| South Bronx, the world is yours ' It' s yours!' | |
| Aight | |
| Pete Rock keeps cuttin and scratchin ' It' s yours!' to fade |
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