[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