Purple - Nas

Light it, uhh

Light it up, uhh

The whole city is mine, prettiest Don

I don’t like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers

Why it’s mentioned in my rhymes?

Fuck it

It’s just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it

Write it, across the stomach spell «God son»

Life is like a jungle, black, it’s like the habitat of Tarzan

Matter of fact, it’s harder than most can imagine

Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities

Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots

Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block

Where they used to stand at, somebody’s takin' they place

A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can’t understand that

Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible?

A thug dies, another step inside his shoes

And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle

I’m blowin' circles, my state of mind purple

Light it, light it, uhh

Yeah… light it up

Light it up, uhh

Y’all just wanna deal with drama

Talk about niggas who got things, y’all ready to kill his mama

Everything you into is underworld related

You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred

You don’t trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers

To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder

Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you

Everybody’s under six feet of ground but you

Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that’s real

You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill

You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that’s ready

Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly

The hood love you, but behind your back they pray for the day

A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away

That ain’t love, it’s hate, think of all the mothers at wakes

Whose sons you killed and you ain’t got a cut on your face?

Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God

Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars

Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holdin' a mirror

Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya

Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny

He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many

Cold-blooded murderers, universal

Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple

Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh

Light it up… light it up, light it up, uhh

Uhh… uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh

These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble

Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated

And murder’s premeditated, it’s a fact that we sinkin'

When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it’s just jail

Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'

Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what’s the science?

People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd

And on the ground’s a young soldier with meat hangin' out him

Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?

Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga’s face in?

It’s a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots

Photograph pictures of suspect faces

It’s usually two or three niggas who innocent

But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone’ll snitch

A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren’t fair

I dig in my bag of weed that’s covered with orange hair

This Color Purple’ll make Whoopi give me the pussy

And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me

This is how I escape the madness

Too much of anything’ll hurt you, so my state of mind’s all purple