"Who's world is this?" [x2]
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[Verse 1].....la la la, la la la
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I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
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Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass 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
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The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
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'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
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Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
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Air the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, complete
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Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
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I can't call it, beats make me fallin asleep
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I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
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I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
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I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)
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I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
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[Chorus]
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"Whose world is this?"
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The world is yours
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Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer
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"Whose world is this?"
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Yeah the world is yours
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To the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers
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"Whose world is this?"
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The world is yours
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To my niggaz coming home from lockdown with new plans
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"Whose world is this?"
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@%*#, the world is mine
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Holdin' a stolen cop's glock with G-notes in my hand
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"Whose world is this?"
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[Verse 2]
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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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My insight enlights vision
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Words of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuition
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To listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticism
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Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
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So many cultures in one planet but one culture's free
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Son, I need weed to proceed
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Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed Guiliani and six six six
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There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays
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I toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach spray
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Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle
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The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lassle
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Hey yo, the trife life is the most influential
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The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental
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How ya livin'? Large or broke uh
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You're wasting time extortin papers from smokers
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Cacthing court papers getting broker
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[Chorus]
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The world is mine
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Persona of late Tony Montana yet gettin' mine
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"Whose world is this?"
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The whole world is mine
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Who want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye
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"Whose world is this?"
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Ante up with the lye (La la la)
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Never stop, we don't stop (La la la)
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The hennylo, puff a lye y'all (La la la)
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Don't stop the hennylo (La la la)
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Who puff the lye? (La la la)
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Everyday, puff the lye plus the hennylo (La la la)
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[Verse 3]
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I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
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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 in a thousand 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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Picturin my peeps, now the income 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 stabbin bitches like the Phantom
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The crew is lampin Ill Will style
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Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild
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Stash through the fly clothes, burnin dollars to light my stove
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Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the games
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people play, I check the dames plus the games people play
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bust the problems of the world today
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"Who's world is this?" [x5]
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[until end]
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"La la la, la la la, la la la la la"
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[Outro]
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Yeah yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air
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Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the whole fuckin' Queens
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My man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real Lord
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The Queensbridge nation, get it on
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Fakin' no fuckin' jacks, fuck around and get your wig pushed back
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And big shout out to my man Killa, ?? is on you
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L.E.S. on another murder quest, '94 and we out
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Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere
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Keep the la la goin'...
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