Текст песни Intro - Cam'ron
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Intro
2 357
3 Rockin' and Rollin'
4 Wrong Ones
5 Death
6 Phone Interlude
7 Confessions
8 Fuck You
9 Shanghai
10 Who's Nice
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