作词 : A. Manuel/Afrika Islam/Ice T/T. Marrow
 作曲 : A. Manuel/Afrika Islam/Ice T/T. Marrow
6 'N The Mornin' - Ice T
Written by：Ice-T
6'n the morning'police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak 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 way out
Told 'em about my mornin'
Cold bugged 'em out shot all men little dice until my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before
Posed to the corner where the fly girls chill
Through action at some freaks until one b**ch got ill
She started actin'stupid simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't sh*t
As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
So we beat the b**ch down in the god damn street
But just livin'in the city a serious task
B**ch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
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Continued clockin'freaks with emcee posterior
Rollin'in all men blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw
Bust all men 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
F**kin'blue lights L.A.P.D.
Pigs searched our car their day was made
Found all men uzi 44and a hand grenade
Threw us in the county high power block
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want trouble but the sh*t must fly
Squabbled this sucker shanked 'em in the eye
But livin'in the county is a serious task
Niga didn't know what happened
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 slowly 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 started 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 sh*t had to start
Out with my crew some punks got loud
Shot gun blasts echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit two punks died
All casualties applied 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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