[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, cannons, 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 plaque 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]