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

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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 [bad word] got ill
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't [bad word] As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak

So we beat the [bad word] down in the god [bad word] street
But just livin' in the city a serious task [bad word] didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask

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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 [bad word] Had a beeper goin' off like a  high school bell

Looked in the mirror what did we see ?  [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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

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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 [bad word] 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

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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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

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The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was all I need
This [bad word] was for real

This was no La-Di-Da-Di
Cause