[T La Rock:] It's yours!
 [bad word]  Nas, Pete Rock:]
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
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
[x2]

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 [bad word] that murderers move wit
The thief's theme (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
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my [bad word] Whether [bad word] in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin (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
 [bad word] ]

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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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!
 [bad word] ]
It's yours!
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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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!
 [bad word] ]
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]