[Intro: Jay-Z live performance]
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
(Whose world is this?)
It's yours muhfucker 'till I snatch your ground from under your feet, (Yo) it's war, n***a
(Whose world is this?)
And you could never win (Nah)
You can front for the fans but you never did (Hell no)
No kind of gangsta shit, I be where you live (You don't be there)
N***a I tell you a hunnid miles "you a bitch" ([?] [?])
Fuck a rap verse, I give you balance with the fifth (Blaow)
And my Marcy n***as a have you coughin' up ribs (*Cough*)
And my son the villain, a have you stand far from your backyard (Fuck outta here)
The only thing we squash is squads, my n***as dying by the day
It's gettin' closer to me, I gotta ride, dunn, I hopе the universe forgivе me
And give me strength through the war, when I die they gon' build me a statue in New York

[Chorus: Littles]
(Whose world is this?)
It's mine, muhfucker, you know them pounds back out (Pow), shot sounding [?]
Love us or hate us, [?] [?]
[?] [?] shots bang out of clips that'll part your [?]
(Whose world is this?)
QB, muhfucker, you know them pounds (Yeah) back out, (Yo) shot sounding [?] (Yo, uh)
Love me or hate me, (Uh-huh) [?] [?] (Yo)
[?] [?] shots bang out (Yo) of clips (Yo) that'll part (Yo) your [?]
[Verse 2: Littles]
Army fatigues, Tim boots, my dogs in bings
N***as sniffing (Yea) 'round blocks like my shit don't pop
Like my shit gon' jam, like my shit don't cop
Streets a listen or the glass pot is back in the kitchen
Back to cold water, ice, oil, rockin' and glisten (September)
Bare witness, dog, spots are lost, Glocks a toss on you bitch made n***as that floss
Tell it to the judge matter fact tell it to the cops, def don't speak
Try and tell it from a box, closing our caskets ([?] [?] [?])
Pictures are painted from the streets now the [?] got our jerseys hanging
When we was lil bandanna tied, trey-8s banging

[Outro: Prodigy]
(Whose world is this?)
Doo Wop, n***a
E-Money Bags
R.I.P
[?]
Scarface twin
Killa
[?] on my n***a
So real
You n***as wouldn't begin to know
But chu know
We gon' keep pushin'
And do us