[Verse One:]
    6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
  Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
  Out my back window, I made my escape
  Didn't even get a chance to grab my Bout It, Bout It tape
  Man with no music but I'm happy cause I'm free
  In the streets is a place for a playa to be
  Got a knot in my pocket when I unleashed the green
  Gold tank around my neck, my pistol's close at hand
  I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets
  Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
  But just livin in tha city is a serious task
  Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
    [drum break followed by gunshot 3X]
  Unnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    [Verse Two:]
    See my homeboys coolin way way out
  Told them bout my mornin, cold bugged em out
  Shot a lil dice til my knees got sore
  Kicked around some stories bout the night befo'
  TRU to the corner where the fly girls chill
  TRU action to some freak until one bitch got ill
  She started actin silly, simply would not quit
  Called us all punk pussy said we all wasn't shit
  As we walked over to her hoe continued to speak
  So we beat the bitch down in the back of the street *screams*
  But just livin in the city is a serious task
  Tha bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
    [drum break followed by gunshot 3X]
  Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    [Verse Three:]
    Continued clockin freaks with a nice posterior
  Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior
  Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was rough
  Bust a left turn, was on South Broad
  Silkk the Shocker was the driver known to get free tell
  Had the beepe going off like a high school bell *beeper sounds*
  Looked in the mirror, what did we see
  Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
  Pig searched our car cause they day was made
  Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand grenade
  They t-rew us in the county house, power with lock
  No more freaks to see, no more shows to rock
  Didn't want no trouble but the shit must fly
  Squabble with this fuckin hater, shanked him in the eye
  But just livin in the county is a serious task
  Nigga didn't know what happened didn't have time to ask
    [drum break followed by gunshot 3X]
  UnnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhH!
    We bout it bout it
  Now I say "Wus up to Ice-T"
  This from tha old to tha new generation
  This is what hip-hop's all about
  We represent baby
  From tha south to tha north to the east coast mid-west
  It ain't nutin but luv
  I want to say whats up to Bobby Brown, Andrew Shack
  For hookin this & we outty outty
  Like 6 'n tha Mornin, you heard me?
  I told y'all we're no limit
  Represent baby
  Unnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh