Purple Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Light it, uhh 

Light it up, uhh 

[Nas] 

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 

Writing, 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 niggaz packed in correctional facilities 

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

May 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 

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Light it, light it, uhh 

Yeah. light it up, light it up, uhh 

Y'all just wanna deal with drama 

Talk about niggaz who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma 

Everything you went to 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 his shoulder 

Think of how many dudes died tryin' to 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 witchu 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 tier in jail, makin weapons to kill ya 

We 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' circles, my state of mind's purple 

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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, niggaz 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 niggaz 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 

Or 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