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Ice T - "6 n The Mornin"
Lyrics to 6 n The Mornin : 6n the morning police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Dont even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy cause Im free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand Im a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin in the city is a serious task Didnt know what the cops wanted Didnt have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin way out told em bout my mornin Cold bugged em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all werent shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street But just livin in the city a serious task Bitch didnt know what hit her didnt have time to ask Word Continued clockin freaks with emcee posterior Rollin in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ' Fuckin blue lights L.A. P.D. Pigs searched our car, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didnt want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked em in the eye But livin in the county is a serious task Niga didnt know what happend Didnt have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me Es rollin Villain - BJs got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat Cs clockin Dough Be bops a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didnt waste time to ask Word I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didnt want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We didnt know who they were - No one had the time to ask Word [Part Two] Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didnt even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red the car was mine We hadnt done nothin but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldnt shot us on sight They wouldnt took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew were gone into the night Broke to my old ladys who drew me a bath She didnt even know what happend Didnt care Didnt ask Word Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets This girlie was my worlie a natural freak She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV A technican with a mission thats what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldnt come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin to stop as I was acreamin for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin was def She didnt waste time to ask Word Up the next mornin feelin good as hell Sleepin with a girlie sure beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. Hoes catchin whiplash tryin to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when Im in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say hes insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin came Told me to meet him at the airporrt Said hes jumpin bail said he just left court Caught the first thing smokin in a serious dash Didnt know where we were going. Didnt care Didnt ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devils nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was 6in the mornin We didnt wake up to ask..... Word [ 6 n The Mornin Lyrics ]
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