It's Mine (The World) (Radio Edit) Lyrics

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

Don't pack guns, but I'm ghetto as hell right?

Stuck in the ghetto, worse cursed by a spell right?

Hello! Better than ever before

It's that N.A.P. click ready to settle the score

3-2-1 Drop the bomb!

So funky it stank like your sweaty mama's under arms

Everybody remain calm, the world's in the palm of my hand

A renaissance man with a new age plan

I'm like Confucius man

Your style is useless man

I gotta get mine, so get back as I do this man

West Coast, no joke, ill individual smoking

Trailing on you suckers and quickly approaching

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

Been like a fugitive a lunatic, with fly chickens on my tip

Style so fat, I got stretch marks on my mic grip

I know you like it, but please don't bite it

I like my coochie tighter than a pair of vice grip pliers

Give me princesses with tits and, hips magnificently

Innocently finish in them in the first inning

I feel it coming but still I, keep on hitting

Get up in them and their friends, sipping Henny windows tinted

Born sinner, in his early twenties

Ain't nothing funny

Gotta get that money man I'm after my own

Broke fronting back in the zone

Storm your click with form

Transform the paranorm, watching my clone perform from home

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

Got the whole scene contained

Ho's pimps with canes

Ballers with small change

It ain't no thang, it's all the same, it's all the same

Fame or no fame, game or no gain

The only possible explanation to explain these unexplainable things

Exceeding speed limits in ranges, everybody looks strange, changed

Locked down in chains I feel painless

Bang this ready for war

I'm frustrated throwing shit at the wall

Motivated by no cause at all

I see you standing but yet I see you fall

Better than ever before

Raw hip-hop hard core

The urban puritan

Your crew's nemesis

Step to Dtale inventiveness

Cast dreams like Genesis

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time

The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine

Ain't no time, to play

Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time, it's mine