Intro (Cam'Ron/Purple Haze)

Lyrics for Intro (Cam'Ron/Purple Haze)

Welcome to Purple Haze Previously written in 2001 Two-zero-four, '76, they wired my mom (uh-huh) Couple weeks prior to Ja Must've been the year of (what?), murderous killers Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla OGs would urge the gorilla to turn (to what?) Mathematician, subtraction, addition Division to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen (uh-huh) Multiplication, rocks that I slash with precision (precision) I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin' (uh-huh) 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' (uh-huh) I'm the bomb, but bombs get wrapped up in ribbons, shit (shit) 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 (damn, I would shoot) But, fam, I was souped, thought Cam was too cute to stand on the stoop (what I look like?) My Spanish recruit, outlandish with loot (what we did?) We got obsessed with Miami, cannons and coupes (Collins Ave) And flavors, Baskin and Robbin, I'm laughin' and poppin' (I'm poppin') It's all for Bloodshed, though, I haven't forgotten From the night to the days, my triflin' ways I'ma bring that platinum plaque right to your grave, dog (I love you, nigga) Chill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably (uh-huh) 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 (mountain) 'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin' Now that I'm down, the Roc is surrounded, you feel me? (What up, Dame?) Afford all the best, but bought all the wet (wet) Down with the Roc, but I'm loyal to my set (dipset) I know you niggas hate it (hate it) How I got Jimmy out of 5H and my dog Zeke situated (situated) Santana is next