Cam'Ron - Intro (Purple Haze) lyrics

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[Voiceover]

Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written 2001

2, 0-4, 76, they wired my mom

Couple weeks prior to Ja

Must've been the year of

Murderous killas

Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla

O.G.'s wit herb that guerilla, then turn

Mathemiticians, subtraction, addition

Division - to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen

Multiplication, rocks that I slash - precision

I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin'

But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin'

That was a given, Rock the hood

Pop the hood - Gats in the engine

Clap up your women, accurate vision

Black, I'm just livin'

I'm the bomb but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (Shiiiit)

This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'

Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin

Cuz when Feds come, Niggaz mouths run

But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns

Cuz I don't bitch, and I don't snitch

I work hands on, fuck wit Cam'Ron

Cause I kept the -

Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shoot

But fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cute

To stand on the stoop (What I look like?)

My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot

We got obsessed wit Miami, Camrys, and coupes

Baskin & Robbin', I'm laughin & poppin

It's all for Bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten

From the - night to the days, my triflin ways

I'ma bring that platinum back right to your grave (Dog)

You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probably

You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body

Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies

Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride

To the top of the mountain

Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'

Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin (Feel me?)

Afford all the best, ??

Down wit the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset)

I know you niggaz hate it

How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated

Santana is next..

[echo out]