Three Six Mafia Three Six Mafia - 3-6 In The Morning Lyrics
            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 m_________in' Three 6 Mafia tape
            I'm crunked off the b__p
            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 n____
            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 a__, on the cherry buck flash
            And I'm real
            Man I got to get the x__x out of here
        
            I had to ditch the Chevy
            Callin' my mafia n____s to scooped me up
            The blocks are crawlin' with cops
            I can't go down, them slugs bust
            I'm runnin' through yards and s___
            Tryin' to dodge them tricks
            A movin' target
            I spotted my n____ 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 n____ 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 n____
            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 f___in' hands up
            n____ 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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