6'n the mornin'

6'n the morning' police at my door, fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor, out the back window i make a escape, don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape, mad with no music but happy 'cause i'm 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, i'm 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, didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't 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 weren't 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 didn't know what hit her didn't 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, didn't 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 didn't know what happend, didn't 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 e's rollin' villain - bj's got the sack, bruce is a giant - nat c's clockin' dough, be bop's 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 didn't 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 didn't 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 didn't know who they were - no one had the time to ask, word, 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 didn't even see us they musta been blind, black wire touched red the car was mine, we hadn't 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 wouldn't shot us on sight, they wouldn't 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 we're gone into the night, broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath, she didn't even know what happend, didn't care didn't 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 that's 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 couldn't 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 didn't 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. hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the t, ring on my mobile yes celluar, got to have a phone when i'm in my car, was my homeboy red some say he's insane, broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came, told me to meet him at the airporrt, said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court, caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash, didn't know where we were going. didn't care didn't 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 devil's 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 6'in the mornin', we didn't wake up to ask. word