Intro (purple Haze) – Cam’Ron – letras

[Voiceover]Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written 20012, 0-4, 76, they wired my momCouple weeks prior to JaMust’ve been the year ofMurderous killasMurderers that murder and kill for scrillaO.G.’s wit herb that guerilla, then turnMathemiticians, subtraction, additionDivision – to the packs and the cracks in the kitchenMultiplication, rocks that I slash – precisionI gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin’But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin’That was a given, Rock the hoodPop the hood – Gats in the engineClap up your women, accurate visionBlack, 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 snitchinCuz when Feds come, Niggaz mouths runBut the outcome, gon’ be ’bout gunsCuz I don’t bitch, and I don’t snitchI work hands on, fuck wit Cam’RonCause I kept the -Grams in the boot, Damn, I would shootBut fam I would soup, thought Cam was too cuteTo stand on the stoop (What I look like?)My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit lootWe got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupesBaskin & Robbin’, I’m laughin & poppinIt’s all for Bloodshed tho, I haven’t forgottenFrom the – night to the days, my triflin waysI’ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (Dog)You chill in the lobby, you feelin this probablyYou know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your bodyTake it in stride, let’s bake up these piesHarlem, no homo, hop on and take this rideTo the top of the mountainBout 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 itHow I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situatedSantana is next..[echo out]