[Verse 1].....la la la, la la la I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged 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 with 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 'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Air the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, complete Whether crusin 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 fucking 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 philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers "Whose world is this?" The world is yours To my niggaz coming home from lockdown with new plans "Whose world is this?" @%*#, 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, niggaz pay me intuition To listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticism Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds So many cultures in one planet but one culture's free Son, I need weed to proceed Change the flow speed and I'm getting vexed Guiliani and six six six There's no days for broke days selling smoke pays I toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach spray Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lassle Hey yo, the trife life is the most influential The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental How ya livin'? Large or broke uh You're wasting time extortin papers from smokers Cacthing court papers getting broker
[Chorus] The world is mine Persona of late Tony Montana yet gettin' mine "Whose world is this?" The whole world is mine Who want it, I never front it, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye "Whose world is this?"
Ante up with the lye (La la la) Never stop, we don't stop (La la la) The hennylo, puff a lye y'all (La la la) Don't stop the hennylo (La la la) Who puff the lye? (La la la) Everyday, puff the lye plus the hennylo (La la la)
[Verse 3] 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 bitches like the Phantom The crew is lampin Ill Will style Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash through the fly clothes, burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit 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
"Who's world is this?" 5x (until end) "La la la, la la la, la la la la la"
(Outro) 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' jacks, fuck around and get your wig pushed back And big shout out to my man Killa, ???? is on you L.E.S. on another murder quest, '94 and we out Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere Keep the la la goin'...
