Intro (Purple Haze)

[Anonymous Voiceover] Welcome to Purple Haze, previously written in 2001 [Verse: Cam'ron] 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 with 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 (Shiiit) This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin' Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin and snitchin Cause when Feds come, niggas mouths run But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns Cause I don't bitch, and I don't snitch I work hands on, fuck with 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 with loot We got obsessed with Miami, cannons, and coupes Baskin' in robbin', I'm laughin' and poppin' It's all for Bloodshed though, I haven't forgotten From the night to the days, my triflin ways I'mma 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 surrounded (Feel me?) Afford all the best, but bought all the wet Down with the Roc, but I'm Lord of my set (Dipset) I know you niggas hate it How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeek situated Santana is next...