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    Three 6 Mafia

    3-6 In The Morning

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    Добавлена 11 января 2013 пользователем Миша

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    (lord infamous)
    6 in tha mornin police kick in my door
    Slipped on my lugz
    Quickly thugged out the back yo
    Jumped the back gate
    Cranked the chevy
    Then i race
    Popped in the deck
    A motherfuckin three 6 mafia tape
    Im 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 neck and a hot 40 glock
    They got the hunt out for the infamous nigga
    Call me scarecrow
    Used to slangin man, but i dont do that no more
    Im feelin like im the most wanted
    Every cop is an opponent
    In the dash
    On my ass, on the cherry buck flash
    And im 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 cant go down, them slugs bust
    Im runnin through yards and shit
    Tryin to dodge them tricks
    A movin target
    I spotted my nigga out there
    On the real, gonna rde with out no flodgin
    He didnt 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 cant get caught, cause the new law say in it "aint no deals"
    I would decease these devil police, therefore i do twenty years
    Every nigga aint real 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 plan 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 da posseness
    My only way out was to take me some hostages
    They keep on 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 dont make me shoot
    But little did i know they had a sniper on the roof
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