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* Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 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* Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 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* UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH! 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 Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
https://primoaccordo.net/t-r-u/6-n-tha-mornin.htm