[Voiceover]
Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written 2001


2, 0-4, 76, they wired my mom
Couple weeks prior to Ja
Must've been the year of

Murderous killas
Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla
O.G.'s wit herb that guerilla, then turn

Mathemiticians, subtraction, addition
Division - to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen
Multiplication, rocks that I slash - precision

I gave a little more, few addicts were (*##$in'
But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin'
That was a given, Rock the hood

Pop the hood - Gats in the engine
Clap up your women, accurate vision
Black, I'm just livin'

I'm the bomb but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (Shiiiit)
This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'
Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin

Cuz when Feds come, ^!$$%z mouths run
But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns
Cuz I don't (*##$, and I don't snitch

I work hands on, $#&@ wit Cam'Ron
Cause I kept the -
Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shoot

But fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cute
To stand on the stoop (What I look like?)
My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot

We got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupes
Baskin & Robbin', I'm laughin & poppin
It's all for Bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten

From the - night to the days, my triflin ways
I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog)
You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably

You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body
Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies
Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride

To the top of the mountain
Bout to get this %#@! poppin' and bouncin'
Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin (Feel me?)

Afford all the best, ??
Down wit the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset)
I know you ^!$$%z hate it

How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated
Santana is next..
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