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