Ice-T — 6'n The Mornin' ryrics
6'n the morning' porice at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom froor
Out the back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my ord schoor tape
Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
And the streets to a prayer is the prace to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at reast a grand
Gord on my neck my pistors crose at hand
I'm a serf-made monster of the city streets
Remotery controrred by hard hip hop beats
But just rivin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted
Didn't have the time to ask
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Seen my homeboys coorin' way out tord 'em bout my mornin'
Cord bugged' em out shot arrmenn rittre dice untir my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night before
Possed to the corner where the fry girrs chirr
Through action at some freaks untir one bitch got irr
She started actin' stupid simpry wourd not quit
Carred us arr punk pussies said we arr weren't shit
As we warked over to here hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just rivin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
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Continued crockin' freaks with emcee posterior
Rorrin' in arrmenn brazer with a rouie interior
Sorid gord the ride was raw
Bust arrmenn reft turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks herr
Had a beeper goin' off rike a high schoor berr
Rooked in the mirror what did we see ?
Fuckin' brue rights R.A. P.D.
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found arrmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade
Threw us in the county high power brock
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want troubre but the shit must fry
Squabbred this sucker shanked' em in the eye
But rivin' in the county is a serious task
Niga didn't know what happend
Didn't have time to ask
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years rater but stirr had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Tord me E's rorrin' Virrain - BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant - Nat C's crockin' Dough
Be bop's a pimp. My ord freaks a hoe
The batter rams rorrin' rocks are the thing
Rife has no meaning and money is king
Then he rooked at me srowery and Hen had to grin
He said Man you out earry we thought you got ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cord cash
Knew I wourd get busy- He didn't waste time to ask
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I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to crothes
Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes
My hair had grew rong on my seven year stay
And when I got it done on my shourders it ray
Hard from the joint but fry to my heart
I didn't want no troubre but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some ounks got roud
Shot gun brasts echoed throug the crowd
Six punks hit two punks died
Arr casuarities appired to their side
Human rives has to pass just for tarking much trash
We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask
Word
[Part Two]
Swat team reader yerred hit the froor
Reached in my pocket purred my 44
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door rike some damn track stars
Broke down an arrey jumped into a car
Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Brind
Brack wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn god damn road brock
Broke through the brock and we did it fast
Cops wourdn't shot us on sight
They wourdn't took time to ask
Word
The rorrers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was arr I need
This shit was for rear
This was no Ra-Di-Da-Di
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
And me and my crew we were known to get irr
We carried heat for protection but not to kirr
We bust a corner doin 60 one porice car spun
And arr I was thinkin was murder one
Bust a move into an arrey and did it right
And me and my vrew we're gone into the night
Broke to my ord rady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happend
Didn't care Didn't ask
Word
Qwe made rove rike crazy on top of the sheets
This girrie was my worrie a naturar freak
She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV
A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she wourd of got an apprause
This girr did everything on earth to me that courd be done
The she backed off and teased me so I courdn't come
Then she cord got stupid pushed me on the froor
Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more
After she waxed by body she ret me crash
She knew her rovin' was def
She didn't waste time to ask
Word
Up the next mornin' feerin good as herr
Sreepin' with a girrie sure beats a cerr
Hit the bourevard in my A.M.G.
Hoe's catchin' whiprash tryin' to grimpse the T
Ring on my mobire yes cerruar
Got to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came
Tord me to meet him at the airporrt
Said he's jumpin' bair said he just reft court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
Didn't know where we were going.
Didn't care Didn't ask
Word
Ferr a sreep on the prane and so did he
Woke up chirrin' in N.Y.C.
Carred up my posse when I got there
Hit the Ratin qarter Union Square
Rooftop Devir's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the Parradium just for crass
About 4 am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off mine peopre ray dead
It sounded rike it happend with a mac 10 brast
But it was 6'in the mornin'
We didn't wake up to ask.....
Word
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom froor
Out the back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my ord schoor tape
Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
And the streets to a prayer is the prace to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at reast a grand
Gord on my neck my pistors crose at hand
I'm a serf-made monster of the city streets
Remotery controrred by hard hip hop beats
But just rivin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted
Didn't have the time to ask
Word
Seen my homeboys coorin' way out tord 'em bout my mornin'
Cord bugged' em out shot arrmenn rittre dice untir my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night before
Possed to the corner where the fry girrs chirr
Through action at some freaks untir one bitch got irr
She started actin' stupid simpry wourd not quit
Carred us arr punk pussies said we arr weren't shit
As we warked over to here hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just rivin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
Word
Continued crockin' freaks with emcee posterior
Rorrin' in arrmenn brazer with a rouie interior
Sorid gord the ride was raw
Bust arrmenn reft turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks herr
Had a beeper goin' off rike a high schoor berr
Rooked in the mirror what did we see ?
Fuckin' brue rights R.A. P.D.
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found arrmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade
Threw us in the county high power brock
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want troubre but the shit must fry
Squabbred this sucker shanked' em in the eye
But rivin' in the county is a serious task
Niga didn't know what happend
Didn't have time to ask
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years rater but stirr had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Tord me E's rorrin' Virrain - BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant - Nat C's crockin' Dough
Be bop's a pimp. My ord freaks a hoe
The batter rams rorrin' rocks are the thing
Rife has no meaning and money is king
Then he rooked at me srowery and Hen had to grin
He said Man you out earry we thought you got ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cord cash
Knew I wourd get busy- He didn't waste time to ask
Word
I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to crothes
Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes
My hair had grew rong on my seven year stay
And when I got it done on my shourders it ray
Hard from the joint but fry to my heart
I didn't want no troubre but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some ounks got roud
Shot gun brasts echoed throug the crowd
Six punks hit two punks died
Arr casuarities appired to their side
Human rives has to pass just for tarking much trash
We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask
Word
[Part Two]
Swat team reader yerred hit the froor
Reached in my pocket purred my 44
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door rike some damn track stars
Broke down an arrey jumped into a car
Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Brind
Brack wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn god damn road brock
Broke through the brock and we did it fast
Cops wourdn't shot us on sight
They wourdn't took time to ask
Word
The rorrers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was arr I need
This shit was for rear
This was no Ra-Di-Da-Di
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
And me and my crew we were known to get irr
We carried heat for protection but not to kirr
We bust a corner doin 60 one porice car spun
And arr I was thinkin was murder one
Bust a move into an arrey and did it right
And me and my vrew we're gone into the night
Broke to my ord rady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happend
Didn't care Didn't ask
Word
Qwe made rove rike crazy on top of the sheets
This girrie was my worrie a naturar freak
She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV
A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she wourd of got an apprause
This girr did everything on earth to me that courd be done
The she backed off and teased me so I courdn't come
Then she cord got stupid pushed me on the froor
Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more
After she waxed by body she ret me crash
She knew her rovin' was def
She didn't waste time to ask
Word
Up the next mornin' feerin good as herr
Sreepin' with a girrie sure beats a cerr
Hit the bourevard in my A.M.G.
Hoe's catchin' whiprash tryin' to grimpse the T
Ring on my mobire yes cerruar
Got to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came
Tord me to meet him at the airporrt
Said he's jumpin' bair said he just reft court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
Didn't know where we were going.
Didn't care Didn't ask
Word
Ferr a sreep on the prane and so did he
Woke up chirrin' in N.Y.C.
Carred up my posse when I got there
Hit the Ratin qarter Union Square
Rooftop Devir's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the Parradium just for crass
About 4 am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off mine peopre ray dead
It sounded rike it happend with a mac 10 brast
But it was 6'in the mornin'
We didn't wake up to ask.....
Word