Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3-6 In the Morning, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Date of issue: 31.10.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3-6 In the Morning |
| 6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door |
| Slipped on my lugz |
| Cuz these thugs out the back yo |
| Jumped the back gate |
| Cranked the Chevy |
| Then I race |
| Popped in the tape |
| A motherfuckin' Three 6 Mafia tape |
| I’m crunked off the bump |
| Pumpin' through my backseat |
| Speedin' hit the weed |
| Though the end of the streets of Memphis, Tennesee |
| Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot |
| Tatooes on my legs and a hot 40 Glock |
| They got the hard on for the Infamous nigga |
| Call me Scarecrow |
| Used slangin' man, but I don’t do that no more |
| I’m feelin' like I’m the most wanted |
| Every cop is an opponent |
| In the dash |
| On my ass, on the cherry buck flash |
| And I’m real |
| Man I got to get the fuck out of here |
| I had to ditch the Chevy |
| Callin' my mafia niggas to scooped me up |
| The blocks are crawlin' with cops |
| I can’t go down, them slugs bust |
| I’m runnin' through yards and shit |
| Tryin' to dodge them tricks |
| I’m a movin' target |
| I spotted my nigga out there |
| On the real, gonna rde with out no fly shit |
| He didn’t hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town |
| I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down |
| I got a lay low cool (??) before I get back in it |
| Anti-peace and po-police |
| I beat them with Glocks back to the street |
| I can’t get caught, cause the new law say in it «ain't no deals» |
| I would decease these devil police, therefore I do twenty years |
| Every nigga and grill they drop a dime to papers |
| I gotta pull a quick capa before I catch the vapors |
| 12 a-m the next day |
| Gotta bank the seas |
| Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys |
| Down to my nigga |
| Got the passport to get my overseas |
| Under the palm trees |
| But you know me a quarter key |
| But my pan was injured |
| The silent alarm was triggered |
| I heard a cop say come out with fuckin' hands up |
| Nigga now I got to show my Prophet (??) |
| My only way out was to take me some hostages |
| They keep askin' me over and over for demands |
| I told them back up |
| Or she got brains on her pants |
| The gun was to her head, I told them don’t make me shoot |
| But little did I know they had a sniper on the roof |