6'n the morning' police at my door 
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor 
Out the back window I make a escape 
Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape 

Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free 
And the streets to a player is the place to be 
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand 
Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand 

I'm a self made monster of the city streets 
Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats 
But just livin' 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 coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' 
Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore 
Kicked around some stories bout the night before 
Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill 

Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill 
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit 
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit 
As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak 

So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street 
But just livin' in the city a serious task 
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask 

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Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior 
Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior 
Solid gold the ride was raw 
Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw 

Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell 
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell 

Looked in the mirror what did we see ? 
Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D. 
Pigs searched our car, their day was made 
Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade 

Threw us in the county high power block 
No freaks to see no beats to rock 
Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly 
Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye 

But livin' 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 later but still had the juice 
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track 
Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack 

Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough 
Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe 
The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing 
Life has no meaning and money is king 

Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin 
He said Man you out early we thought you got ten 
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash 
Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask 

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I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes 
Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes 
My hair had grew long on my seven year stay 
And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay 

Hard from the joint but fly to my heart 
I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start 
Out with my crew some ounks got loud 
Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd 

Six punks hit two punks died 
All casualities appiled to their side 
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash 
We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask 

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Part Two 

Swat team leader yelled hit the floor 
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 
Dove across the room peeped out the window 
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto 
Out the back door like some damn track stars 
Broke down an alley jumped into a car 

Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind 
Black wire touched red the car was mine 
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot 
Hit the first turn god damn road block 

Broke through the block and we did it fast 
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight 
They wouldn't took time to ask 

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The rollers gave chase at a serious speed 
One more conviction was all I need 
This shit was for real 

This was no La-Di-Da-Di 
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody 
And me and my crew we were known to get ill 
We carried heat for protection but not to kill 

We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun 
And all I was thinkin was murder one 
Bust a move into an alley and did it right 
And me and my vrew we're gone into the night 

Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath 
She didn't even know what happend 
Didn't care Didn't ask 

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Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets 
This girlie was my worlie a natural 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 would of got an applause 
This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done 
The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come 

Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor 
Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more 
After she waxed by body she let me crash 
She knew her lovin' was def 
She didn't waste time to ask 

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Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell 
Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell 
Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. 
Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T 

Ring on my mobile yes celluar 
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 

Told me to meet him at the airporrt 
Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court 
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash 
Didn't know where we were going. 
Didn't care, didn't ask 

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Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he 
Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. 
Called up my posse when I got there 
Hit the Latin qarter Union Square 

Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed 
Back doored the Palladium just for class 
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 people lay dead 
It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast 
But it was 6'in the mornin' 
We didn't wake up to ask

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