Light it, uhh

Light it up, uhh



[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 purple