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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Tommie Spearman
Tommie Spearman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hill, Inc.
Hill, Inc.
Producer
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Recording Engineer

Letra

Light it, uh Light it up, uh 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, uh Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh 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 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 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, uh Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh 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
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Tommie Spearman Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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