Purple

Light it, uhh<br>Light it up, uhh<br><br>[Nas]<br>The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don<br>I don`t like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers<br>Why it`s mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it`s just an intro<br>Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it<br>Writing, across the stomach spell GOD son<br>Life is like a jungle black it`s like the habitat of Tarzan<br>Matter of fact, it`s harder than most can imagine<br>Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities<br>Half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots<br>May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block<br>Where they used to stand at, somebody`s takin they place<br>A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can`t understand that<br>Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible<br>A thug dies, another step inside his shoes<br>And they will hurt you, layin low with a bottle<br>I`m blowin circles, my state of mind purple<br><br>Light it, light it, uhh<br>Yeah.. light it up, light it up, uhh<br><br>Y`all just wanna deal with drama<br>Talk about niggaz who got things, y`all ready to kill his momma<br>Everything you went to is underworld related<br>You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred<br>You don`t trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers<br>to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder<br>Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you<br>Everybody`s under six feet of ground but you<br>Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that`s real<br>You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill<br>You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that`s ready<br>Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly<br>The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day<br>A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away<br>That ain`t love it`s hate, think of all the mothers at wakes<br>whose sons you killed, and you ain`t got a cut on your face?<br>Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God<br>Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars<br>Instead they tell `em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror<br>Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya<br>We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny<br>He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many<br>Cold-blooded murderers, universal<br>Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple<br><br>Light it up, light it up light it up, uhh<br>Light it up.. light it up, light it up, uhh<br>Uhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh<br><br>These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble<br>Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated<br>And murder`s premeditated, it`s a fact that we sinkin<br>when we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it`s just jail<br>Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindin<br>instead of movin forward, to blow up so what`s the science?<br>People shoutin, police pushin the crowd<br>And on the ground`s a young soldier, with meat hangin out him<br>Am I hallucinatin off the hazin?<br>Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga`s face in<br>It`s a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots<br>Photograph pictures of, suspect faces<br>It`s usually, two or three niggaz who innocent<br>But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone`ll snitch<br>A divide and fall strategy, they aren`t fair<br>I dig in my bag of weed that`s covered with orange hair<br>This Color Purple`ll make Whoopi give me the pussy<br>(?) Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me<br>This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything`ll hurt you<br>So, my state of mind`s all purple