6'n the morning' police at my door   Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor   Out the back window I make a escape   Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape      Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free   And the streets to a player is the place to be   Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand   Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand      I'm a self-made monster of the city streets   Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats   But just livin' in the city is a serious task   Didn't know what the cops wanted   Didn't have the time to ask      Word      Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin'   Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore   Kicked around some stories bout the night before   Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill      Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill   She started actin' stupid simply would not quit   Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit   As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak      So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street   But just livin' in the city a serious task   Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask      Word      Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior   Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior   Solid gold the ride was raw   Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw      Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell   Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell      Looked in the mirror what did we see ?    Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D.   Pigs searched our car, their day was made   Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade      Threw us in the county high power block   No freaks to see no beats to rock   Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly   Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye      But livin' in the county is a serious task   Niga didn't know what happend   Didn't have time to ask      Back on the streets after five and a deuce   Seven years later but still had the juice   My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track   Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack      Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough   Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe   The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing   Life has no meaning and money is king      Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin   He said Man you out early we thought you got ten   Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash   Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask      Word      I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes   Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes   My hair had grew long on my seven year stay   And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay      Hard from the joint but fly to my heart   I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start   Out with my crew some ounks got loud   Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd      Six punks hit two punks died   All casualities appiled to their side   Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash   We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask      Word      [Part Two]      Swat team leader yelled hit the floor   Reached in my pocket pulled my 44   Dove across the room peeped out the window   Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto   Out the back door like some damn track stars   Broke down an alley jumped into a car      Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind   Black wire touched red the car was mine   We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot   Hit the first turn god damn road block      Broke through the block and we did it fast   Cops wouldn't shot us on sight   They wouldn't took time to ask      Word      The rollers gave chase at a serious speed   One more conviction was all I need   This shit was for real      This was no La-Di-Da-Di   Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody   And me and my crew we were known to get ill   We carried heat for protection but not to kill      We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun   And all I was thinkin was murder one    Bust a move into an alley and did it right   And me and my vrew we're gone into the night      Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath   She didn't even know what happend   Didn't care Didn't ask      Word      Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets   This girlie was my worlie a natural freak   She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me   Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV      A technican with a mission that's what she was   If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause   This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done   The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come      Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor   Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more   After she waxed by body she let me crash   She knew her lovin' was def   She didn't waste time to ask      Word      Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell   Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell   Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.   Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T      Ring on my mobile yes celluar   Got to have a phone when I'm in my car   Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane   Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came      Told me to meet him at the airporrt   Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court   Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash   Didn't know where we were going.   Didn't care Didn't ask      Word      Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he   Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C.   Called up my posse when I got there   Hit the Latin qarter Union Square      Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed   Back doored the Palladium just for class   About 4 am we crashed the deuce   We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice      Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads   Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead   It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast   But it was 6'in the mornin'   We didn't wake up to ask.....      Word