Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - 3 6 In The Morning

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6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
 Slipped on my lugz
 Cuz these thugs out the back yo
 Jumped the back gate
 Cranked the Chevy
 Then I race
 Popped in the tape
 A motherfuckin' Three 6 Mafia tape
 I'm crunked off the bump
 Pumpin' through my backseat
 Speedin' hit the weed
 Though the end of the streets of Memphis  Tennesee
 Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot
 Tatooes on my legs and a hot 40 glock
 They got the hard on for the Infamous nigga
 Call me Scarecrow
 Used slangin' man, but I don't do that no more
 I'm feelin' like I'm the most wanted
 Every cop is an opponent
 In the dash
 On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
 And I'm real
 Man I got to get the fuck out of here

 I had to ditch the Chevy
 Callin' my mafia niggas to scooped me up
 The blocks are crawlin' with cops
 I can't go down, them slugs bust
 I'm runnin' through yards and shit
 Tryin' to dodge them tricks
 I'm a movin' target
 I spotted my nigga out there
 On the real, gonna rde with out no fly shit
 He didn't hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town
 I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down
 I got a lay low cool (??) before I get back in it
 Anti-peace and po-police
 I beat them with glocks back to the street
 I can't get caught, cause the new law say in it "ain't no deals"
 I would decease these devil police, therefore I do twenty years
 Every nigga and grill they drop a dime to papers
 I gotta pull a quick capa before I catch the vapors

 12 a-m the next day
 Gotta bank the seas
 Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys
 Down to my nigga
 Got the passport to get my overseas
 Under the palm trees
 But you know me a quarter key
 But my pan was injured
 The silent alarm was triggered
 I heard a cop say come out with fuckin' hands up
 Nigga now I got to show my Prophet (??)
 My only way out was to take me some hostages
 They keep askin' me over and over for demands
 I told them back up
 Or she got brains on her pants
 The gun was to her head, I told them don't make me shoot
 But little did I know they had a sniper on the roof
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Author: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hypnotize Minds, Relativity

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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