Hill Inc. - Purple lyrics

[Intro] Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Verse 1] 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? f** 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 n***as packed in correctional facilities Half of them pa**ed on, Mack strong, couple of shots Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block Where they used to stand at Somebody's taking 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, laying low with a bottle I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple [Hook] Light it, light it, uhh Yeah... light it up Light it up, uhh [Verse 2] Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about n***as who got things, y'all ready to k** 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, knowing 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 k**ed, 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, making weapons to k** ya Weed smoke, three tokes, n***a, 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble Reacting before thinking, 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 n***as rewindin' instead of moving forward To blow up, so what's the science? People shouting, police pushing 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 n***a shoot another n***a'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 n***as 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, I'll make whoopee give me the p**y Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness Too much of anything I'll hurt you So my state of mind's all purple