Papoose - 6 A.M. (feat. Jim Jones, Jadakiss) lyrics

I asked him if he wanted me
To hustle up his bail, but he said "No"
He just didn't give a damn anymore

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

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
Trying to prove they hard
‘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 'bout four
When I woke up, police was at my door, damn

Just aired the dice game
Out, that’s the truth, babe
‘Bout to hit the crib, take a shower
Watch a bootleg glad nothing 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
About 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 five
And I’m still trying to roll
Could barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she giving me a massage
Instead of waking up rich
I woke up to a surprise

It goes, "Six in the morning
Police at my door" at five in the morning
I was up in this broad
At four 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 ten-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
Help you get the right bricks
If the price is right
Catch you 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, and
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