Purple Lyrics
| Song | Purple |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | The Lost Tapes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:-5.52] | 送给 默念、内抹情 |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:03.09] | Light it, uhh |
| [00:05.45] | Light it up, uhh |
| [00:06.86] | |
| [00:07.86] | The whole, city is mine, prettiest don |
| [00:10.32] | I don't like the way P. Diddy did shyne with different lawyers |
| [00:13.00] | Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? fuck it, it's just an intro |
| [00:15.75] | Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it |
| [00:17.77] | Writing, across the stomach spell God son |
| [00:20.16] | Life is like a jungle black it's like the habitat of tarzan |
| [00:22.95] | Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine |
| [00:25.06] | Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities |
| [00:27.56] | Half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots |
| [00:30.12] | May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block |
| [00:32.48] | Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin they place |
| [00:35.03] | A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that |
| [00:37.75] | Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible |
| [00:40.70] | A thug dies, another step inside his shoes |
| [00:42.97] | And they will hurt you, layin low with a bottle |
| [00:45.04] | I'm blowin circles, my state of mind purple |
| [00:51.54] | |
| [00:52.54] | Light it, light it, uhh |
| [00:59.93] | Yeah.. light it up, light it up, uhh |
| [01:06.54] | |
| [01:07.54] | Ya'll just wanna deal with drama |
| [01:09.08] | Talk about niggaz who got things |
| [01:10.64] | You'll ready to kill his momma |
| [01:12.19] | Everything you went to is underworld related |
| [01:14.53] | You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred |
| [01:17.14] | You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers |
| [01:19.65] | To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder |
| [01:21.98] | Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you |
| [01:24.60] | Everybody's under six feet of ground but you |
| [01:26.91] | Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real |
| [01:29.48] | You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill |
| [01:31.86] | You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready |
| [01:34.45] | Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly |
| [01:36.91] | The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day |
| [01:39.31] | A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away |
| [01:41.80] | That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes |
| [01:44.16] | Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face? |
| [01:46.60] | Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is god |
| [01:49.66] | Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars |
| [01:51.62] | Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror |
| [01:54.28] | Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya |
| [01:56.70] | We smoke three tokes nigga pour more henny |
| [01:59.09] | He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many |
| [02:01.63] | Cold-blooded murderers, universal |
| [02:03.95] | Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple |
| [02:07.69] | |
| [02:08.69] | Light up, light up light up, uhh |
| [02:13.55] | Light it up.. light it up, light it up, uhh |
| [02:19.17] | Uhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh |
| [02:25.55] | |
| [02:26.55] | These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble |
| [02:28.86] | Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated |
| [02:31.51] | And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin |
| [02:33.90] | When we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it's just jail |
| [02:36.35] | Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindi |
| [02:38.74] | Instead of movin forward, to blow up so what's the science? |
| [02:41.39] | People shoutin, police pushin the crowd |
| [02:43.75] | And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin out him |
| [02:46.39] | Am I hallucinatin off the hazin? |
| [02:48.30] | Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in |
| [02:51.30] | It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots |
| [02:54.07] | Photograph pictures of, suspect faces |
| [02:56.36] | It's usually, two or three niggaz who innocent |
| [02:58.60] | But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'l snitch |
| [03:01.14] | A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair |
| [03:03.72] | I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair |
| [03:06.17] | This color purple l make whoopi give me the pussy |
| [03:08.64] | You silly, oprah and danny glover gots to feel me |
| [03:11.02] | This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything l hurt you |
| [03:14.21] | So, my state of mind's all purple |
| [03:17.21] | |
| [03:36.21] | 送给 默念、内抹情 |
| [03:37.21] |
| [00:-5.52] | song gei mo nian nei mo qing |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:03.09] | Light it, uhh |
| [00:05.45] | Light it up, uhh |
| [00:06.86] | |
| [00:07.86] | The whole, city is mine, prettiest don |
| [00:10.32] | I don' t like the way P. Diddy did shyne with different lawyers |
| [00:13.00] | Why it' s mentioned in my rhymes? fuck it, it' s just an intro |
| [00:15.75] | Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it |
| [00:17.77] | Writing, across the stomach spell God son |
| [00:20.16] | Life is like a jungle black it' s like the habitat of tarzan |
| [00:22.95] | Matter of fact, it' s harder than most can imagine |
| [00:25.06] | Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities |
| [00:27.56] | Half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots |
| [00:30.12] | May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block |
| [00:32.48] | Where they used to stand at, somebody' s takin they place |
| [00:35.03] | A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can' t understand that |
| [00:37.75] | Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible |
| [00:40.70] | A thug dies, another step inside his shoes |
| [00:42.97] | And they will hurt you, layin low with a bottle |
| [00:45.04] | I' m blowin circles, my state of mind purple |
| [00:51.54] | |
| [00:52.54] | Light it, light it, uhh |
| [00:59.93] | Yeah.. light it up, light it up, uhh |
| [01:06.54] | |
| [01:07.54] | Ya' ll just wanna deal with drama |
| [01:09.08] | Talk about niggaz who got things |
| [01:10.64] | You' ll ready to kill his momma |
| [01:12.19] | Everything you went to is underworld related |
| [01:14.53] | You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred |
| [01:17.14] | You don' t trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers |
| [01:19.65] | To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder |
| [01:21.98] | Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you |
| [01:24.60] | Everybody' s under six feet of ground but you |
| [01:26.91] | Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that' s real |
| [01:29.48] | You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill |
| [01:31.86] | You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that' s ready |
| [01:34.45] | Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly |
| [01:36.91] | The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day |
| [01:39.31] | A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away |
| [01:41.80] | That ain' t love it' s hate, think of all the mothers at wakes |
| [01:44.16] | Whose sons you killed, and you ain' t got a cut on your face? |
| [01:46.60] | Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is god |
| [01:49.66] | Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars |
| [01:51.62] | Instead they tell ' em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror |
| [01:54.28] | Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya |
| [01:56.70] | We smoke three tokes nigga pour more henny |
| [01:59.09] | He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many |
| [02:01.63] | Coldblooded murderers, universal |
| [02:03.95] | Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple |
| [02:07.69] | |
| [02:08.69] | Light up, light up light up, uhh |
| [02:13.55] | Light it up.. light it up, light it up, uhh |
| [02:19.17] | Uhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh |
| [02:25.55] | |
| [02:26.55] | These hotheaded youngsters, always get into trouble |
| [02:28.86] | Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated |
| [02:31.51] | And murder' s premeditated, it' s a fact that we sinkin |
| [02:33.90] | When we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it' s just jail |
| [02:36.35] | Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindi |
| [02:38.74] | Instead of movin forward, to blow up so what' s the science? |
| [02:41.39] | People shoutin, police pushin the crowd |
| [02:43.75] | And on the ground' s a young soldier, with meat hangin out him |
| [02:46.39] | Am I hallucinatin off the hazin? |
| [02:48.30] | Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga' s face in |
| [02:51.30] | It' s a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots |
| [02:54.07] | Photograph pictures of, suspect faces |
| [02:56.36] | It' s usually, two or three niggaz who innocent |
| [02:58.60] | But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone' l snitch |
| [03:01.14] | A divide and fall strategy, they aren' t fair |
| [03:03.72] | I dig in my bag of weed that' s covered with orange hair |
| [03:06.17] | This color purple l make whoopi give me the pussy |
| [03:08.64] | You silly, oprah and danny glover gots to feel me |
| [03:11.02] | This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything l hurt you |
| [03:14.21] | So, my state of mind' s all purple |
| [03:17.21] | |
| [03:36.21] | song gei mo nian nei mo qing |
| [03:37.21] |
| [00:-5.52] | sòng gěi mò niàn nèi mǒ qíng |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:03.09] | Light it, uhh |
| [00:05.45] | Light it up, uhh |
| [00:06.86] | |
| [00:07.86] | The whole, city is mine, prettiest don |
| [00:10.32] | I don' t like the way P. Diddy did shyne with different lawyers |
| [00:13.00] | Why it' s mentioned in my rhymes? fuck it, it' s just an intro |
| [00:15.75] | Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it |
| [00:17.77] | Writing, across the stomach spell God son |
| [00:20.16] | Life is like a jungle black it' s like the habitat of tarzan |
| [00:22.95] | Matter of fact, it' s harder than most can imagine |
| [00:25.06] | Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities |
| [00:27.56] | Half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots |
| [00:30.12] | May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block |
| [00:32.48] | Where they used to stand at, somebody' s takin they place |
| [00:35.03] | A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can' t understand that |
| [00:37.75] | Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible |
| [00:40.70] | A thug dies, another step inside his shoes |
| [00:42.97] | And they will hurt you, layin low with a bottle |
| [00:45.04] | I' m blowin circles, my state of mind purple |
| [00:51.54] | |
| [00:52.54] | Light it, light it, uhh |
| [00:59.93] | Yeah.. light it up, light it up, uhh |
| [01:06.54] | |
| [01:07.54] | Ya' ll just wanna deal with drama |
| [01:09.08] | Talk about niggaz who got things |
| [01:10.64] | You' ll ready to kill his momma |
| [01:12.19] | Everything you went to is underworld related |
| [01:14.53] | You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred |
| [01:17.14] | You don' t trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers |
| [01:19.65] | To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder |
| [01:21.98] | Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you |
| [01:24.60] | Everybody' s under six feet of ground but you |
| [01:26.91] | Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that' s real |
| [01:29.48] | You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill |
| [01:31.86] | You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that' s ready |
| [01:34.45] | Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly |
| [01:36.91] | The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day |
| [01:39.31] | A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away |
| [01:41.80] | That ain' t love it' s hate, think of all the mothers at wakes |
| [01:44.16] | Whose sons you killed, and you ain' t got a cut on your face? |
| [01:46.60] | Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is god |
| [01:49.66] | Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars |
| [01:51.62] | Instead they tell ' em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror |
| [01:54.28] | Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya |
| [01:56.70] | We smoke three tokes nigga pour more henny |
| [01:59.09] | He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many |
| [02:01.63] | Coldblooded murderers, universal |
| [02:03.95] | Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple |
| [02:07.69] | |
| [02:08.69] | Light up, light up light up, uhh |
| [02:13.55] | Light it up.. light it up, light it up, uhh |
| [02:19.17] | Uhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh |
| [02:25.55] | |
| [02:26.55] | These hotheaded youngsters, always get into trouble |
| [02:28.86] | Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated |
| [02:31.51] | And murder' s premeditated, it' s a fact that we sinkin |
| [02:33.90] | When we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it' s just jail |
| [02:36.35] | Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindi |
| [02:38.74] | Instead of movin forward, to blow up so what' s the science? |
| [02:41.39] | People shoutin, police pushin the crowd |
| [02:43.75] | And on the ground' s a young soldier, with meat hangin out him |
| [02:46.39] | Am I hallucinatin off the hazin? |
| [02:48.30] | Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga' s face in |
| [02:51.30] | It' s a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots |
| [02:54.07] | Photograph pictures of, suspect faces |
| [02:56.36] | It' s usually, two or three niggaz who innocent |
| [02:58.60] | But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone' l snitch |
| [03:01.14] | A divide and fall strategy, they aren' t fair |
| [03:03.72] | I dig in my bag of weed that' s covered with orange hair |
| [03:06.17] | This color purple l make whoopi give me the pussy |
| [03:08.64] | You silly, oprah and danny glover gots to feel me |
| [03:11.02] | This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything l hurt you |
| [03:14.21] | So, my state of mind' s all purple |
| [03:17.21] | |
| [03:36.21] | sòng gěi mò niàn nèi mǒ qíng |
| [03:37.21] |
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