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| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | If I Ruled The World | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 5 | | | | Lyrics: | Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't no.
Imagine smoking weed in
the streets without cops harassin'
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruising
blue behind my orders
No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our
daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colder
feeling like life is over these snakes
strike like a cobra
The world's hot my son got nut evedently, is elementery
they want us
all gone eventually
trooping out of state for a plate knowledge,
if coke was cooked
without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin' fashion design
your clothes
lace in your click up with diamond roles
Your people on the doe, no
parole,
no rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers
Just some toughts for the
mind
I take a glince in to time,
watch the glimp read the world is
mine...
Chorus:
If I ruled the world, imagine that...
I'd free all my sons, I
love em love in baby...
Black diamonds and pearls, could it be if you could be mine we both
shine...
If I rule the world, Still livin' for today in these last days and
times.
Now it I'd be paradise life relaxin' black, latino and anglo-saxon
armani
exchange the raines
cash lords trouble Shabazz free at last
brand new whips to craft now
we laught in the hiller path
The Viller house is for the crow how we do
trees for
breakfast dime sex as been streches
So many years of depression make me vision,
the better
livin' type of place to raise kids in
Opening eyes to the lise, history told foul
but I'm
as wise is the whole 'oul
plus the gold child seein' things like I was controllin' click
rollin'
trickin' six digits on kicks and still holdin'
Trips to Paris, I civilise every
savage
gimme one shot I turn strife like the labage
Political prisonner set free, stress
free
no work release purple and threes and jet skiis
feel the wimp breeze in west
indies
I heard correder Scott King makin' the cities in reverse themes to Willies,
it
sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I'd open every cell in Atika send em to
africa.
Chorus
(X2)
And then we'll walk right up to the sun hand in
hand
we'll walk right up to the sun we won't land
You'd love to hear the story how
the thugs live and worry,
duck kinda car see teach mendatory
runnin' from Jake getting
chased hunger for papes
These out of brakes many mistakes go down out of state
way, I had
to let Marine we carry weight
Triin' get lace flip the ace stack the safe
Millionaire plan
to keep the gat with the cop camber
Makin' moves in Allena backin' fourth strambler
cause
you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
still nobody want a nigga have a shit
If I
rules the world and everything in it, skies the limit
I push a cue 4-5 and finish
it
wouln't be no such thing of jealosy of the felony
Strickly living a long longevety to the
distany
I tought I'd never see but, reality struck
better find out before your times up,
what the fuck...
Chorus | | | |
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