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Master P |
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Miscellaneous |
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6 'n Tha Mornin' |
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Album: In Tha Beginning ... There Was Rap |
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Verse One: |
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6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking* |
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Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo' |
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Out my back window, I made my escape |
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Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape |
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Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free |
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In the streets is a place for a playa to be |
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Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green |
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Gold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at hand |
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I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets |
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Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats |
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But just livin in tha city is a serious task |
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Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask |
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*drum break followed by gunshot 3X* |
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Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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Verse Two: |
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See my homeboys coolin way way out |
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Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out |
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Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore |
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Kicked around some stories bout the night befo' |
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TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill |
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TRU action to some freak until one bitch got ill |
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She started actin silly, simply would not quit |
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Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shit |
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As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak |
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So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams* |
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But just livin in the city is a serious task |
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Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask |
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*drum break followed by gunshot 3X* |
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Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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Verse Three: |
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Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior |
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Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior |
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Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough |
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Bust a left turn, was on South Broad |
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Silkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tell |
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Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds* |
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Looked in the mirror, what did we see |
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Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D. |
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Pig searched our car cause they day was made |
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Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade |
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They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock |
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No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock |
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Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly |
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Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye |
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But just livin in the county is a serious task |
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Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask |
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*drum break followed by gunshot 3X* |
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UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH! |
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We bout it bout it |
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Now I say "Wus up to Ice-T" |
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This from tha old to tha new generation |
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This is what hip-hop's all about |
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We represent baby |
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From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west |
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It ain't nutin but luv |
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I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack |
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For hookin this & we outty outty |
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Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me? |
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I told y'all we're no limit |
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Represent baby |
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Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
