6 A.m. Lyrics

[Hook]

Six in the morning, police at my door

Six in the morning, police at my door

Six in the morning, police at my door

Six in the morning, police at my door

[Verse 1: Papoose]

They would say “bling-bling” if my jewels could talk

So you can still see me shining when the room gets dark

I’m like Tony Danza, I’ll show you who’s the boss

Teach my worker who’s the fiends and who’s the narcs

It’s a lot of niggas out tryna prove they heart

‘Til you hit they cousin up and make them move they aunt

Yo, I would wild out and let the Rug’ just spark

But you know how the ‘hood be when someone screwed your start

All the basketball tournaments was cool to watch

Bet your money, lose a little or lose a lot

They beat us by one point, yeah them dudes was sharp

But I’m a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park

I wouldn’t of robbed your man if the fool was smart

But a fool and his money will soon depart

Then I went to my crib, went to sleep by 4:00

When I woke up, police was at my door, damn…

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[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Just aired the dice game out, that’s the truth, babe

‘Bout to hit the crib, take a shower and watch a bootleg

Black nut popped off, got to get the bag out of the crib

Goose dropped off so it can get knocked off

Then I got a sharp pain in my chest

But knowing I ain’t supposed to have it in the place I rest

Yes – but it’s a half a joint in there

Two.40 cals with the hollow points in there

Few bricks of diesel, couple pounds of purple

Gallon of the water, plus a thousand circles

A man hit me saying that he’d be here in a minute

All I’ve got to do is wrap it and bring it down to the rented

By now, it’s a little past 5:00

And I’m still tryna roll, could barely open my eyes

Next thing I know, she’s giving me a massage

Instead of waking up rich, I woke up to a surprise

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[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

It goes: “six in the morning, police at my door”

At 5:00 in the morning I was up in this broad

At 4:00 in the morning we was out the club door

A few hours before that I was getting fresh in the store

Now a week before that, I was at the car lot

Thinking convertible so I can make the broad drop

A half a mill in cash off a three-month run

Them rubber bands stacks in 10-G lump sums

Police is on our back ‘cause we dump guns

So when Bird Gang’s outside, motherfucker, just run

We just dumb, like the hyphy life

I told you life was a bitch, not the wifey type

Hope you got the right bricks if the price is right

Catch me standing on the strip in the icy whites

Season of heirs, we in the V switching gears

Dropping the top, blowing weed in the air

She’s showing her ass…

Next think I know, I’ve got a detective all in my face

Asking me all kinds of questions

I don’t know shit but get my lawyer

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