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