6 'n Tha Mornin' Lyrics

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Lyrics to 6 'n Tha Mornin'
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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 escapeDidn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tapeMan with no music but I'm happy cause I'm freeIn the streets is a place for a playa to beGot a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the greenGold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at handI'm a self made millionaire in these silly streetsRemotely controlled by hard hip-hop beatsBut just livin in tha city is a serious taskDidn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask*drum break followed by gunshot 3X*UnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhVerse Two:See my homebyos coolin way way outTold them bout my mornin, cold bugged em outShot a lil dice til my knees got soreKicked around some stories bout the night befo'TRU to the corner where the fly girls chillTRU action to some freak until one bitch got illShe started actin silly, simply would not quitCalled us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shitAs we walked over to her hoe continued to speakSo we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*But just livin in the city is a serious taskTha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask*drum break followed by gunshot 3X*UnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhVerse Three:Continued clockin freaks with a nice posteriorRoll in an Expedition with the leather interiorWould bring tha teekies but tha ride was roughBust a left turn, was on South BroadSilkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tellHad the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*Looked in the mirror, what did we seeFuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.Pig searched our car cause they day was madeFound an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenadeThey t-rew us in the county house, power with lockNo more freaks to see, no more shows to rockDidn't want no trouble but the shit must flySquabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eyeBut just livin in the county is a serious taskNigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask*drum break followed by gunshot 3X*UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!We bout it bout itNow I say "Wus up to Ice-T"This from tha old to tha new generationThis is what hip-hop's all aboutWe represent babyFrom tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-westIt ain't nutin but luvI want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew ShackFor hookin this & we outty outtyLike 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?I told y'all we're no limitRepresent babyUnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh




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