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Three 6 Mafia

Genres: Hip-Hop

3-6 In Da Morning Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

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 

 

Tattoos 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 ride with out no fly shit 

He didn't hesitate, 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 [unverified] 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 [unverified] 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 [unverified] 

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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