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Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre?\n[02:09.21] You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker?\n[02:13.73] (It's yours)\n[02:15.20] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[02:18.23] The world is yours, the world is yours\n[02:20.53] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[02:24.44] (It's yours)\n[02:26.34] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[02:29.42] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours\n[02:31.56] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[02:35.49] (It's yours)\n[02:36.27] Break it down\n[02:40.89] It's yours\n[02:46.37] It's yours\n[02:51.95] It's yours\n[02:57.79] It's yours\n[02:58.45] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed\n[03:01.42] For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded\n[03:04.12] Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne\n[03:06.69] I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, a thousand miles from home\n[03:09.68] I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow\n[03:12.35] 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow\n[03:14.87] Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip\n[03:17.35] Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip\n[03:20.25] And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs\n[03:23.50] Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom\n[03:26.47] The crew is lampin' Big Willie style\n[03:28.52] Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild\n[03:31.37] Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge\n[03:34.14] Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play\n[03:37.48] Bust the problems of the world today\n[03:41.51] (It's yours)\n[03:43.14] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[03:46.43] The world is yours, the world is yours\n[03:48.61] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[03:52.37] (It's yours)\n[03:54.07] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this? 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Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter\n  start_ms: 117610\n  end_ms: 120550\n- text: My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection\n  start_ms: 120550\n  end_ms: 122370\n- text: Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead in right direction\n  start_ms: 122370\n  end_ms: 125730\n- text: How you livin'? 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(Yo)\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n  (It's yours)\n\n  Break it down\n  It's yours\n  It's yours\n  It's yours\n  It's yours\n\n  I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed\n  For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded\n  Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne\n  I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, a thousand miles from home\n  I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow\n  'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow\n  Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip\n\n  Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip\n  And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs\n  Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom\n  The crew is lampin' Big Willie style\n  Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild\n  Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge\n  Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play\n  Bust the problems of the world today\n\n  (It's yours)\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n  (It's yours)\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this? (Yeah)\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n  (It's yours)\n\n  (Break it down) yeah, a'ight\n  To everybody in Queens, the foundation (it's yours)\n  The world is yours\n  To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (it's yours)\n  The world is yours\n  To everybody in Brooklyn\n  Y'all know the world is yours (it's yours)\n  The world is yours\n\n  Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (it's yours)\n  Long Island, yo, the world is yours (it's yours)\n  Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (it's yours)\n  South Bronx, the world is yours (it's yours)\n  A'ight\n"},{"id":9293259,"name":"The World Is Yours (Tip mix)","trackName":"The World Is Yours (Tip mix)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"The World Is Yours","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Whose world is this?)\nLa, la la la\n(Whose world is this?)\nI sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged\nWritin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin\nTo hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement\nUnderstandable smooth shit that murderers move with\nThe thief's theme play me at night, they won't act right\nA fiend of hip-hop, it's got me stuck like a crack pipe\nThe mind activation\nReact like I'm facin' time like 'Pappy' Mason\nWith pens, I'm embracin'\nWipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets\nAnd the Nike's on my feet keep my cipher complete\nWhether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep, I can't call it\nBeats make me fallin' asleep, I keep fallin'\nBut never fallin' six feet deep\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)\nI'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me\n(Whose world is this?)\nThe world is yours\nDisciple of the project's slash verbal murderer\n(Whose world is this?)\nYeah, the world is yours\nTo the Phillie blunt heads, crack pumpin' drug murderers\n(Whose world is this?)\nThe world is yours\nTo my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans\n(Whose world is this?)\nFuck it, the world is mine\nHoldin' a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand\n(Whose world is this?)\nTo my man Ill Will God bless your life\nTo my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life\nMy insight enlights vision, words of wisdom\nNiggas pay me intuition to listen to murder paragraphs of mysticism\nMan plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds\nSo many cultures on one planet, but one culture's free\nSon, I need weed to proceed, change the flow speed\nI'm gettin' vexed, Giuliani is 6-6-6\nThere's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays\nI toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed\nShit is a hassle, the Bridge is like a haunted castle\nThe mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso\nA-yo, the strife life is the most influential\nThough colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental\nHow you livin'? Large or broker?\nYou're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers\nCatchin' court papers, gettin' broker\nThe world is mine\nPersona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine\n(Whose world is this?)\nThe whole world is mine\nWho want it? I never front it, I'm forever blunted, hittin' lye\n(Whose world is this?)\nHenny up with the lye (La la la)\nNever stop, we don't stop (La la la)\nThe Hennylo, puffin' lye, y'all (La la la la)\nDon't stop the Hennylo (La la la)\nWho puff the lye? 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Large or broker?\nYou're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers\nCatchin' court papers, gettin' broker\nThe world is mine\nPersona of late Tony Montana, yeah, gettin' mine\n(Whose world is this?)\nThe whole world is mine\nWho want it? I never front it, I'm forever blunted, hittin' lye\n(Whose world is this?)\nHenny up with the lye (La la la)\nNever stop, we don't stop (La la la)\nThe Hennylo, puffin' lye, y'all (La la la la)\nDon't stop the Hennylo (La la la)\nWho puff the lye? (La la la)\nEvery day, puff the lye, plus the Hengelo (La la la la)\nI'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed\nFor murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded\nBorn alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne\nI'm deep by sound alone, caved inside a thousand miles from home\nI need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow\n'Cause while it's over me, it's too dark to see tomorrow\nTryin' to maintain flip, fill the clip to the tip\nPicturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip\nAnd I'm amped up, they locked the champ up\nEven my brain's in handcuffs\nHeaded for Indiana, stabbin' bitches like the Phantom\nThe crew is lampin' Ill Will style\nCheck the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild\nStash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stage\nWalk the blocks with a bop\nCheckin' dames, plus the game's people play\nI check the dames, plus the game's people play\nBust the problems of the world today\n(Whose world is this?)\n(Whose world is this?)\n(Whose world is this?)\n(Whose world is this?)\n(Whose world is this?)\nLa la la, la la la, la la la la la\nYeah, yeah, yeah, Wizard, keep that lye in the air\nYo, I wanna give a shout-out to the whole fuckin' Queens\nMy man Tipster on the boards, keepin' it real, Lord\nThe Queens bridge nation gets it on\nFakin' no fuckin' jax\nFuck around and get your wig pushed back\nA big shout-out to my man Killa!\nRon Du, it's on you\nL.E.S. on another murder quest\n'94, we out\nKeep the lye in the air, Hennessy everywhere\nKeep the la la goin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.79] (Whose world is this?)\n[00:05.63] \n[00:11.95] La, la la la\n[00:12.54] (Whose world is this?)\n[00:13.11] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged\n[00:16.13] Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin\n[00:19.06] To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement\n[00:21.65] Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with\n[00:24.35] The thief's theme play me at night, they won't act right\n[00:27.00] A fiend of hip-hop, it's got me stuck like a crack pipe\n[00:29.56] The mind activation\n[00:31.00] React like I'm facin' time like 'Pappy' Mason\n[00:33.79] With pens, I'm embracin'\n[00:34.86] Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets\n[00:37.69] And the Nike's on my feet keep my cipher complete\n[00:40.28] Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep, I can't call it\n[00:43.92] Beats make me fallin' asleep, I keep fallin'\n[00:46.22] But never fallin' six feet deep\n[00:48.27] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[00:50.96] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Take money)\n[00:53.64] I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me\n[00:56.46] (Whose world is this?)\n[00:58.01] The world is yours\n[00:59.36] Disciple of the project's slash verbal murderer\n[01:01.88] (Whose world is this?)\n[01:03.06] Yeah, the world is yours\n[01:04.45] To the Phillie blunt heads, crack pumpin' drug murderers\n[01:07.53] (Whose world is this?)\n[01:08.74] The world is yours\n[01:09.70] To my niggas comin' home from lockdown with new plans\n[01:12.98] (Whose world is this?)\n[01:13.74] Fuck it, the world is mine\n[01:15.19] Holdin' a stolen cop's Glock with G-notes in my hand\n[01:17.84] (Whose world is this?)\n[01:18.08] To my man Ill Will God bless your life\n[01:20.51] To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life\n[01:23.26] My insight enlights vision, words of wisdom\n[01:25.35] Niggas pay me intuition to listen to murder paragraphs of mysticism\n[01:29.46] Man plants seeds that bring forth multiple breeds\n[01:31.92] So many cultures on one planet, but one culture's free\n[01:34.85] Son, I need weed to proceed, change the flow speed\n[01:37.73] I'm gettin' vexed, Giuliani is 6-6-6\n[01:40.02] There's no days for broke days, sellin' smoke pays\n[01:42.74] I toke the chocolate potent Phillies, never roach-sprayed\n[01:45.40] Shit is a hassle, the Bridge is like a haunted castle\n[01:48.10] The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso\n[01:50.91] A-yo, the strife life is the most influential\n[01:53.22] Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental\n[01:56.03] How you livin'? 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Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre?\n[02:08.27] You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker?\n[02:11.26] (It's yours)\n[02:13.97] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[02:16.08] The world is yours, the world is yours\n[02:19.74] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this?\n[02:23.41] (It's yours)\n[02:24.44] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, whose world is this? 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\"it's yours!\"\n[02:25.13] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n[02:27.45] Whose world is this?\n[02:29.10] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours\n[02:31.39] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n[02:32.57] Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n[02:36.42] Break it down\n[02:54.73] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded\n[03:01.52] For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded\n[03:04.42] Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne\n[03:06.40] I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home\n[03:09.11] I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow\n[03:11.63] Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow\n[03:14.17] Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip\n[03:16.65] Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip\n[03:19.33] And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs\n[03:23.02] Headed for indiana stabbing women like the phantom\n[03:25.88] The crew is lamping big willie style\n[03:27.79] Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild\n[03:30.30] Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove\n[03:33.33] Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin danes plus the games\n[03:36.27] People play, bust the problems of the world today\n[03:38.87] \"It's yours!\"\n[03:42.80] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n[03:44.22] Whose world is this?\n[03:45.98] The world is yours, the world is yours\n[03:48.49] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n[03:50.17] Whose world is this? 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\"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233530\n- text: It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  start_ms: 233530\n  end_ms: 235240\n- text: Whose world is this?\n  start_ms: 235240\n  end_ms: 237050\n- text: Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours\n  start_ms: 237050\n  end_ms: 239380\n- text: It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  start_ms: 239380\n  end_ms: 241450\n- text: Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 241450\n  end_ms: 244090\n- text: Break it down\n  start_ms: 244090\n  end_ms: 244980\n- text: Yea aight?\n  start_ms: 244980\n  end_ms: 246930\n- text: To everybody in queens, the foundation \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 246930\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: The world is yours\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 252010\n- text: To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 252010\n  end_ms: 255570\n- text: The world is yours\n  start_ms: 255570\n  end_ms: 257480\n- text: To everybody in Brooklyn\n  start_ms: 257480\n  end_ms: 259210\n- text: Y'all know the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 259210\n  end_ms: 261180\n- text: The world is yours\n  start_ms: 261180\n  end_ms: 263110\n- text: Everybody in mount Vernon, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 263110\n  end_ms: 266250\n- text: Long island, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 266250\n  end_ms: 268850\n- text: Staten island, yea the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 268850\n  end_ms: 271250\n- text: South Bronx, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  start_ms: 271250\n  end_ms: 274070\n- text: Aight\n  start_ms: 274070\n  end_ms: 275580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 275580\nplain: |-\n  \"It's yours!\"\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n\n  Whose world is this?\n  I sip the dom p, watchin gandhi til i'm charged\n  Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin\n  To hold the mic i'm throbbin, mechanical movement\n  Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit\n\n  The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right\n  The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe\n  The mind activation, react like i'm facin time like\n  Cappy mason with pens i'm embracin\n  Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets\n\n  Suede timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete\n  Whether crusin in a six-cab, or montero jeep\n  I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep\n  I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep\n  I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)\n  I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)\n\n  I'm out for dead presidents to represent me\n\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n\n  To my man ill will, god bless your life \"it's yours!\"\n  To my peoples throughout queens, god bless your life\n  I trip we box up crazy bitches aiming guns in all my baby pictures\n  Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe hitler's\n\n  Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul\n  The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child\n  Dwellin in the rotten apple, you get tackled\n  Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle\n\n  There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays\n  While all the old folks pray, to je-sus' soakin they sins in trays\n  Of holy water, odds against nas are slaughter\n  Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter\n  My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection\n\n  Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction\n  How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre\n  You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker\n  \"It's yours!\"\n\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n  Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n  Break it down\n\n  I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded\n  For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded\n  Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne\n  I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home\n  I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow\n\n  Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow\n  Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip\n  Picturing my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip\n  And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs\n  Headed for indiana stabbing women like the phantom\n  The crew is lamping big willie style\n  Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild\n  Stash through the flock wools, burning dollars to light my stove\n  Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin danes plus the games\n  People play, bust the problems of the world today\n  \"It's yours!\"\n\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n  The world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this?\n  Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours\n  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine\n  Whose world is this? \"it's yours!\"\n  Break it down\n\n  Yea aight?\n  To everybody in queens, the foundation \"it's yours!\"\n  The world is yours\n\n  To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  The world is yours\n\n  To everybody in Brooklyn\n  Y'all know the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  The world is yours\n\n  Everybody in mount Vernon, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  Long island, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n\n  Staten island, yea the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  South Bronx, the world is yours \"it's yours!\"\n  Aight\n"}]