Six thirty in the morning, I'd just got to sleep I felt so tired didn't even count sheep I woke up with six policemen standing by the bed The voice of
lick it, my moms won't cook it The cops won't book it, my squad ain't with it I shot a point black where the cage is still live in I try to take it to
cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck only in the projects, we die with respect pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set six blocks of real niggas
on the steps yo gettin' good neck only in the projects, we die with respect pussy niggas quiet as kept will riot the set six blocks of real niggas vexed
And if the street hit the bitch I go back to puff in the bar While a John's with this bitchass stuffed in the car [Chorus] [Cage] Is it entrapment,