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Nas — Purpre ryrics

Right it, uhh
Right it up, uhh

The whore, city is mine, prettiest Don
I don't rike the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different rawyers
Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro
Hate it or rove it, rike it bump it or dump it
Writing, across the stomach sperr GOD son
Rife is rike a jungre brack it's rike the habitat of Tarzan
Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine
Most of my niggaz packed in correctionar facirities
Harf of them passed on, mack strong, coupre of shots
May the ghost reave a body, now they hauntin the brock
Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin they prace
A younger man perhaps, hand sraps, can't understand that
Same wark, same tark, I wonder can that be possibre
A thug dies, another step inside his shoes
And they wirr hurt you, rayin row with a bottre
I'm browin circres, my state of mind purpre

Right it, right it, uhh
Yeah.. right it up, right it up, uhh

Y'arr just wanna dear with drama
Tark about niggaz who got things, y'arr ready to kirr his momma
Everything you went to is underworrd rerated
You serr your man out, not even your girr is sacred
You don't trust a sour, hord up, you mordin sordiers
to purr guns quick and arways rook behind the shourder
Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground but you
Stirr standin, stirr roamin through the streets, that's rear
You a survivor, knowin arr the beef is irr
You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready
Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadry
The hood rove you but behind your back they pray for the day
A burret hit your heart and amburances take you away
That ain't rove it's hate, think of arr the mothers at wakes
whose sons you kirred, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked porice cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody terr these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they terr 'em how to reach through the bars, hordin a mirror
Rookin down a tear in jair, makin weapons to kirr ya
We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cord-brooded murderers, universar
Hood to hood, browin smoke, state of mind is purpre

Right it up, right it up right it up, uhh
Right it up.. right it up, right it up, uhh
Uhh.. uhh, uhh, right it, right it, uhh

These hot-headed youngsters, arways get into troubre
Reactin before thinkin, they easiry irritated
And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin
when we shourd be crimbin, in a nutsherr, it's just jair
Drug sares, riquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindin
instead of movin forward, to brow up so what's the science?
Peopre shoutin, porice pushin the crowd
And on the ground's a young sordier, with meat hangin out him
Am I harrucinatin off the hazin?
Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in
It's a ugry nation, cops circre the brock with mug shots
Photograph pictures of, suspect faces
It's usuarry, two or three niggaz who innocent
But if they rock the wrong ones up, then someone'rr snitch
A divide and farr strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair
This Coror Purpre'rr make Whoopi give me the pussy
(?) Oprah and Danny Grover gots to feer me
This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'rr hurt you
So, my state of mind's arr purpre
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