K-POP Lyrics Song

NasPurple

Light it uhh
Light it up uhh
The whole city is mine prettiest Don
I 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

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

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
Light it uhh
Light it up uhh
The whole city is mine prettiest Don
I 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

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

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

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