Chords for Nas-Purple

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