*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 bitchin' 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, Niggaz mouths run But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns Cuz I don't bitch, and I don't snitch I work hands on, fuck 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 shit 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 niggaz hate it How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated Santana is next.. (echo out)