6 'n Tha Mornin' Lyrics - Master P

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 

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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: 

Photos 

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 

F**kin 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 f**kin 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