Three 6 Mafia - 3-6 In The Morning Lyrics
(lord infamous)6 in tha mornin police kick in my doorSlipped on my lugzQuickly thugged out the back yoJumped the back gateCranked the chevyThen I racePopped in the deckA mother*****in three 6 mafia tapeIm crunked off the bumpPumpin through my backseatSpeedin hit the weedThough the end of the streets of memphis, tenneseeGot my stacks and some bags sittin in the stash spotTatooes on my neck and a hot 40 glockThey got the hunt out for the infamous niggaCall me scarecrowUsed to slangin man, but I dont do that no moreIm feelin like Im the most wantedEvery cop is an opponentIn the dashOn my ass, on the cherry buck flashAnd Im realMan I got to get the ***** out of hereI had to ditch the chevyCallin my mafia niggas to scooped me upThe blocks are crawlin with copsI cant go down, them slugs bustIm runnin through yards and shitTryin to dodge them tricksA movin targetI spotted my nigga out thereOn the real, gonna rde with out no flodginHe didnt hesistate, we climbed up out my side of townI told him bout the drama in the ride and how it went downI got a lay low cool (? ? ) before I get back in itAnti-peace and po-policeI beat them with glocks back to the streetI cant get caught, cause the new law say in it aint no dealsI would decease these devil police, therefore I do twenty yearsEvery nigga aint real they drop a dime to papersI gotta pull a quick capa before I catch the vapors12 a-m the next dayGotta bank the seasGotta preacher please (? ? ) throw in the keysDown to my niggaGot the passport to get my overseasUnder the palm treesBut you know me a quarter keyBut my plan was injuredThe silent alarm was triggeredI heard a cop say come out with *****in hands upNigga now I got to show my prophet da possenessMy only way out was to take me some hostagesThey keep on askin me over and over for demandsI told them back upOr she got brains on her pantsThe gun was to her head, I told them dont make me shootBut little did I know they had a sniper on the roof
