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[Intro] (Whose world is this?) La, la-la-la [Verse 1] 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 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 And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's 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 (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (take money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me [Hook] (Whose world is this?) The world is yours Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer (Whose world is this?) Yea, 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 [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 Niggas pay me a tuition 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 666 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 And yo, the trife life is most influential Though colors on men's skin in pens is coincidental How you livin', large or broker? You wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers Catchin' court papers gettin' broker [Hook] 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 fronted, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye Henny up with the lye, never stop We don't stop the Henny low, puffin' lye y'all Don't stop the Henny low, we puff the lye Everyday puffin' lye, plus the Henny low [Verse 3] 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 1,000 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' can 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 stoge Walk the blocks with 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 [Outro: Nas] *(La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-laaaa) repeated throughout* (Whose world is this?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air Yo, I wanna give a shoutout 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 A big shout-out to my man Killa, Ron Du is 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'

 

Vertaling

[Intro] (Wiens wereld is dit?) La, la-la-la [Verse 1] 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 Begrijpelijke gladde shit waar moordenaars mee bewegen The thief's theme - play me at night, they won't act right De duivel van de hip-hop heeft me vastgezet als een crackpijp De geest activering, reageer alsof ik de tijd onder ogen zie zoals Pappy Mason With pens I'm embracin' Veeg het zweet van mijn koepel, spuug het slijm op de straten En de Nikes aan mijn voeten houden mijn cijfer compleet Of ik nu in een Sikh's taxi rij of in een Montero Jeep Ik kan het niet noemen; de beats maken me in slaap vallen, ik blijf vallen But never fallin' six-feet deep Ik ben op zoek naar presidenten om mij te vertegenwoordigen (krijg geld!) Ik ben uit op presidenten om mij te vertegenwoordigen (pak geld!) Ik ben op zoek naar dode presidenten om mij te vertegenwoordigen [Hook] (Wiens wereld is dit?) De wereld is van jou Discipel van de projecten schuine streep verbale moordenaar (Wiens wereld is dit?) Ja, de wereld is van jou Op de Phillie blunt-heads, crack pompende drugs moordenaars (Wiens wereld is dit?) De wereld is van jou To my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans (Wiens wereld is dit?) Fuck it, de wereld is van mij Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G notes in my hand [Verse 2] Aan mijn man Ill Will, God zegene je leven Aan mijn volk in heel Queens, God zegene je leven Mijn inzicht verlicht visie, woorden van wijsheid Niggas pay me a tuition to listen Om paragrafen van mystiek te vermoorden De mens plant zaden die meerdere rassen voortbrengen Zoveel culturen op één planeet, maar één cultuur is vrij Zoon, ik heb wiet nodig om door te gaan Verander de stroomsnelheid Ik raak geïrriteerd, Giuliani is 666 There's no days for broke days, sellingin' smoke pays I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed Shit is een gedoe, The Bridge is als een spookkasteel The mic's my religion, the system is the devil's lasso And yo, the trife life is most influential Hoewel kleuren op de huid van mannen in pennen toevallig is How you livin', large or broker? Je verdoet je tijd met het afpersen van papieren van rokers Catchin' court papers gettin' broker [Hook] De wereld is van mij Persona van wijlen Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine (Wiens wereld is dit?) De hele wereld is van mij, wie wil het? I never fronted, I'm forever blunted, gettin' lye Henny up with the lye, never stop We don't stop the Henny low, puffin' lye y'all Don't stop the Henny low, we puffin the lye Everyday puffin' lye, plus the Henny low [Verse 3] 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 1,000 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' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up Even my brain's in handcuffs Op weg naar Indiana, steken teven als de Phantom The crew is lampin', Ill Will style Check de goud-tand glimlach, plus ik profileer wild Verstop buit in vliegkleren, verbrand dollars om mijn stoge te verlichten Walk the blocks with a bop Checkin 'dames plus de games die mensen spelen Ik controleer de dames en de spelletjes die mensen spelen Bust the problems of the world today [Outro: Nas] *(La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-laaaa) herhaald door* (Wiens wereld is dit?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Wizard, keep that lye in the air Yo, ik wil een shoutout geven aan de hele verdomde Queens Mijn man Tipster op de planken, houdt het echt, heer The Queensbridge nation get it on Fakin' no fuckin' jacks Fuck around and get your wig pushed back Een grote shout-out naar mijn man Killa, Ron Du is op jou L.E.S op een andere moord zoektocht '94, we out Keep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere Keep the la-la goin'