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3-6 In Da Morning Lyrics

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Three 6 Mafia : 3-6 In Da Morning Lyrics

Songwriters: Beauregard, Paul; Dunigan, Ricky; Houston, Jordan;

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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

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