Purple Chords by Nas

[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] Light it [G] up, uh _
[C#m] _ _ [Bm] _ [C#] The whole city is mine, pretty as [Bm] dawn
I don't like the way [F#m] P-City just shine with different lawyers
[F#] Wise mentions in my rhymes, [G] fuck it [C#m] It's just the intro, hate it [F#m] or love it
Like it, bump it or dump it, write it Across the summit, spell God's [Bm] son
Life is like a jungle, [D] black is like the habitat of Tarzan
[F#] Matter fact, [G] it's harder than most can imagine [C#m] Most of my niggas [F#m] packed in correctional facilities
Half of them passed on, max strong Couple of [Bm] shots, made a ghost leave
the [D] body Now they haunting the block where [F#] they used
to stand at [Gm] Somebody's taking they [F#m] place, a younger
man perhaps Hand slaps, can't [C#] understand that
Same walk, same talk, I wanna [Bm] can that be possible
[F#m] A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they [G] will hurt you, laying low [C#m] with a
bottle I'm blowing [F#m] circles, my state of mind perfect _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ [Em] _ [Gm] _
[C#m] _ [F#] _ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [G] Uh, _
[C#m] _ _ [G] _ [F#m] y'all just wanna deal with [Bm] drama Talk about niggas who got things
[F#m] Y'all ready to kill his mama [F#] Everything you went to is [G] underworld [C#m] related
You sell your man out, [F#m] not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust the salt, hold up You molded [Bm] soldiers to pull guns quick
[F#m] And always look behind his shoulder Figure how many dudes [Gm] died trying to be down
with [C#m] you Everybody's under six feet [F#m] of ground but you
Still standing, still roaming through the streets
That's [Bm] real, you a survivor [F#m] Knowing all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of [G] thugs with you even now That's [F#] ready trusting your judgment
Quick to put [D] it down, they [C#] deadly to hood Love you but behind your back, they pray for
the [Bm] day A bullet hit your heart, [F#m] an ambulance will
take you away That ain't love, it's hate
[Gm] Think of all the mothers that [C#m] wait Who [F#m] such you've killed
You ain't got a cut on your face Unmarked police cars roam the streets
All [Bm] the heat is gone Somebody [F#m] tell his shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell him how to [G] reach through the bars
Holding [C#m] a mirror, looking down a tearing [F#m] jail Making weapons to kill you
We smoke three tokes, nigga pour more [Bm] Henny He sighs with eyes [F#m] that's seen a war too many
Cold-blooded [G] murderers, universal [C#m] Hood to hood, blowing [Bm] smoke, state of mind is [F#m] perfect _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ [Em] _ [G] _
[F#] _ Here you [D] go, light [F#m] it up _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _
[C#m] These [F#] _ [Bm] _ [F#m] top-headed youngsters always getting in [Bm] trouble
Reacting before [D] thinking, they easily irritated And [B] murders [G] premeditated, it's the fact that
we [C#m] sinking When we should be climbing, [D] in a nutshell
it's just [C#] jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds
Niggas are [Bm] wanting it instead of moving forward [D] To blow up, so what's the science?
[F#] People [G] shouting, police pushing The [F#] crowd and on the grounds a young soldier
[F#m] With meat hanging out him [C#] Am I hallucinating off the hazing?
[Bm] Or did I just see a nigga [F#m] shoot another nigga's face?
It's [Bm] an ugly [Gm] nation.
Cops circle the [C#m] block with mugshots, photograph [Bm] pictures of suspect [F#m] faces.
It's usually two or three niggas who [Bm] innocent, but if they lock the wrong [F#m] ones up, then someone
has snitched a divided force [Em] strategy.
[G] They [C#m] aren't fair.
I dig in my bag [F#m] of weed that's covered with orange hair that's colored purple.
[C#m] I make whoopie, gimme the [Bm] pussy, or silly.
Oprah and [F#m] Danny Glover gots to feel me.
This is how I [G] escape the madness.
Too much [C#m] of anything'll hurt you, [F#] so my state [F#m] of mind's all purple. _ _ _
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