J. Sands, Madness, King Los - 6 AM lyrics
[J. Sands, Madness, King Los - 6 AM lyrics]
Ayo, let me tell you something
Bout the street games
How to kick it to a brod how to peep lanes
Early hours I was thinking of some beat names
Loops in my MPC yo they keep playing
Front door wasn't sure heard a knocking
Now I creeping on my tip toes walking
Looked through the peep hole heard a knocking
Me opening the door not an option
Then the handle start to wiggle loud shot bam
Now I'm running for the window like got damn
Two stories yeah, I fell out my laboratory
Black man killed by cops not a category
That I'm trying to be in might a had a story
But, it's shoot first ask
Questions later surely
Now I'm running down the street
In a frantic pace
Just another mutha fuckin black man to chase
Yo I was sure as a whore
That's the Law at the door
No other white boys banging quarter after 4
In the morning wit a warrant
They flashed it quick
Before they kick in the door
Yo we stashing shit
Hid funds got from dealing Guns
In the drop ceiling
And anything revealing Drugs I was concealing
Had plans with this QP The
Feds would've spoiled it
If not for air tight bags In
The tank of the toilet
Trying to conceal the Drug paraphernalia
Scales and bags Looking just like a dealer
Anything they find would only contribute
To a charge of possession
With intent to distribute
Dope in the air duct Coke in the chair butt
Shit was everywhere tucked Cause Feds
Bout to tear up
All of my shit while I on my floor
Hoping the don't find the stash
Under the floor boards
Yo, yo born in a laboratory
Perform in a category
Most ya'll niggas ain't never been in
I'm here to warn my adversaries
This wars imaginary
Right at that moment then the cops bust in
I grab my timbos hop out the window
The whole hood probably think I'm
Spiderman nigga I'm ten toed
They bust a shot that shit ain't faze me
Shit nearly grazed me
But, I was raised in the 80's
Where niggas was made tougher
In order to blow up nigga
I make a grenade suffer
The gun or the blade touch you in my hood
My whole city death row at
Night we'll rob Suge
Anyway, they say they want to
Take me to tame me
Don't fake the taser and shoot me
I'm here out making maneuvers
Running like making movie
I'm out here slashing through
Traffic cashing with bastards
I mastered my habitat and they ain't
Catching me and that's that king
Bout the street games
How to kick it to a brod how to peep lanes
Early hours I was thinking of some beat names
Loops in my MPC yo they keep playing
Front door wasn't sure heard a knocking
Now I creeping on my tip toes walking
Looked through the peep hole heard a knocking
Me opening the door not an option
Then the handle start to wiggle loud shot bam
Now I'm running for the window like got damn
Two stories yeah, I fell out my laboratory
Black man killed by cops not a category
That I'm trying to be in might a had a story
But, it's shoot first ask
Questions later surely
Now I'm running down the street
In a frantic pace
Just another mutha fuckin black man to chase
Yo I was sure as a whore
That's the Law at the door
No other white boys banging quarter after 4
In the morning wit a warrant
They flashed it quick
Before they kick in the door
Yo we stashing shit
Hid funds got from dealing Guns
In the drop ceiling
And anything revealing Drugs I was concealing
Had plans with this QP The
Feds would've spoiled it
If not for air tight bags In
The tank of the toilet
Trying to conceal the Drug paraphernalia
Scales and bags Looking just like a dealer
Anything they find would only contribute
To a charge of possession
With intent to distribute
Dope in the air duct Coke in the chair butt
Shit was everywhere tucked Cause Feds
Bout to tear up
All of my shit while I on my floor
Hoping the don't find the stash
Under the floor boards
Yo, yo born in a laboratory
Perform in a category
Most ya'll niggas ain't never been in
I'm here to warn my adversaries
This wars imaginary
Right at that moment then the cops bust in
I grab my timbos hop out the window
The whole hood probably think I'm
Spiderman nigga I'm ten toed
They bust a shot that shit ain't faze me
Shit nearly grazed me
But, I was raised in the 80's
Where niggas was made tougher
In order to blow up nigga
I make a grenade suffer
The gun or the blade touch you in my hood
My whole city death row at
Night we'll rob Suge
Anyway, they say they want to
Take me to tame me
Don't fake the taser and shoot me
I'm here out making maneuvers
Running like making movie
I'm out here slashing through
Traffic cashing with bastards
I mastered my habitat and they ain't
Catching me and that's that king