Three 6 Mafia - 3-6 In The Morning Lyrics

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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

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 neck and a hot 40 glock

They got the hunt out for the infamous nigga

Call me scarecrow

Used to 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

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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

A movin' target

I spotted my nigga out there

On the real gonna rde with out no flodgin'

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 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 don't make me shoot

But little did i know they had a sniper on the roof

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