6 'n Tha Mornin'

[Verse One:]

6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*

Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'

Out my back window, I made my escape

Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape

Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free

In the streets is a place for a playa to be

Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green

Gold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at hand

I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets

Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats

But just livin in tha city is a serious task

Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask

[drum break followed by gunshot 3X]

Unnngh!

[Verse Two:]

See my homeboys coolin way way out

Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out

Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore

Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'

TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill

TRU action to some freak until one bitch got ill

She started actin silly, simply would not quit

Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shit

As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak

So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*

But just livin in the city is a serious task

Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask

[drum break followed by gunshot 3X]

Unnngh!

[Verse Three:]

Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior

Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior

Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough

Bust a left turn, was on South Broad

Silkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tell

Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*

Looked in the mirror, what did we see

Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.

Pig searched our car cause they day was made

Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade

They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock

No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock

Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly

Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye

But just livin in the county is a serious task

Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask

[drum break followed by gunshot 3X]

Unnngh!

We bout it bout it

Now I say Wus up to Ice-T

This from tha old to tha new generation

This is what hip-hop's all about

We represent baby

From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west

It ain't nutin but luv

I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack

For hookin this & we outty outty

Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?

I told y'all we're no limit

Represent baby

Unnngh!