[Voiceover]
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Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written 2001
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2, 0-4, 76, they wired my mom
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Couple weeks prior to Ja
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Must've been the year of
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Murderous killas
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Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla
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O.G.'s wit herb that guerilla, then turn
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Mathemiticians, subtraction, addition
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Division - to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen
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Multiplication, rocks that I slash - precision
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I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin'
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But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin'
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That was a given, Rock the hood
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Pop the hood - Gats in the engine
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Clap up your women, accurate vision
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Black, I'm just livin'
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I'm the bomb but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (Shiiiit)
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This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'
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Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin
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Cuz when Feds come, Niggaz mouths run
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But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns
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Cuz I don't bitch, and I don't snitch
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I work hands on, fuck wit Cam'Ron
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Cause I kept the -
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Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shoot
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But fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cute
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To stand on the stoop (What I look like?)
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My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot
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We got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupes
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Baskin & Robbin', I'm laughin & poppin
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It's all for Bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten
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From the - night to the days, my triflin ways
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I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog)
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You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably
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You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body
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Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies
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Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride
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To the top of the mountain
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Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'
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Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin (Feel me?)
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Afford all the best, ??
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Down wit the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset)
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I know you niggaz hate it
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How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated
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Santana is next..
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[echo out]
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Intro (Purple Haze)
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| Cam'ron |
