Light it, uh Light it up, uh 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 haunting 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 blowing circles, my state of mind purple Light it, light it, uh Yeah., . light it up, light it up, uh Y'all just want to 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 molding soldiers To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died trying to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standing, still roaming 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 Trusting 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, holding a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail, making 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, blowing 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 Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uhh These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble Reacting before thinking, they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinking When we should be climbing, in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewinding 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 hanging out him Am I hallucinating off the hazing? 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