[Verse 1: Chip$ Black]
6 in the morning n***as at my do'
Grab my 40 and my 9 like I'm from 'Frisco
Made his a** feel mo' like he from 'Frisco
Left him red for his gold like he from 'Frisco
I'm a East Oakland n***a, man that's how sh** go
OPD on they way so I had to get ghost
Running down Mac by the liquor sto'
Seeing Nikatine and Knowledge, there my n***as go
Hopped in the whip, tell them n***as go fast
Situation bad cuz I have no tags
40 on my hip with like 84 bags
Did it on the under so nobody didn't ask
[Bridge]
Yii!
[Verse 2: Nikatine Da King]
6 in the morning and I'm on three-fo'
Making sure my work is working and I'm clocking dough
And I catch a n***a sleeping, put his life in the scope
Now he's taking off his chain like his bicycle broke
Through the back alley, I made my escape
The black and white can't catch me, call 'em Heyward-Bey
I got a old freak, I hide out where she stay
Baby give me brains, mind motion like the DJ
Hopped out the window, took her purse and the cash
Didn't know what's going on, ain't no time to ask
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: Knowledge]
6 in the morning I was up in the West
Looking at the time waiting for my connect
n***as slide through trynna disrespect
All out the window, throwing up they set
Hand on my TEC, shots off I let
Them boys didn't want it, up the block the car jet
Running towards Millennium I see the jakes
I know they see me, but they couldn't see my face
Then I bust a U-ie so the TEC, I blast
Knew what they wanted so I didn't have to ask