[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
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 the 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 tear 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 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, 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 (?) 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 purpleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
