6 A.m.

[Intro]I asked him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no"He just didn't give a damn anymore[Hook]Six in the morning, police at my doorSix in the morning, police at my doorSix in the morning, police at my doorSix in the morning, police at my door[Verse 1: Papoose]They would say 'bling-bling,” if my jewels could talkSo you can still see me shining when the room gets darkI'm like Tony Danza, I'll show you who's the bossTeach my worker who's the fiends and who's the narcsIt's a lot of niggas out trying to prove they hard‘Til you hit they cousin up, and make them move they auntYo, I would wild out and let the Rug' just sparkBut you know how the hood be when someone screwed your startAll the basketball tournaments was cool to watchBet your money: lose a little, or lose a lotThey beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharpBut I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the parkI wouldn't of robbed your man if the fool was smartBut a fool and his money will soon departThen I went to my crib, went to sleep 'bout fourWhen I woke up, police was at my door, damn…[Hook][Verse 2: Jadakiss]Just aired the dice game out, that's the truth, babe‘Bout to hit the crib, take a shower, watch a bootlegGlad nothing popped off, got to get the bag out of the cribGoose dropped off, so it can get knocked offThen I got a sharp pain in my chestAbout knowing I ain't supposed to have it in the place I restYes – but it's a half a joint in thereTwo .40 cals with the hollow points in thereFew bricks of diesel, couple pounds of purpleGallon of the water, plus a thousand circlesA man hit me, saying that he'd be here in a minuteAll I've got to do is wrap it, and bring it down to the rentedBy now, it's a little past fiveAnd I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyesNext thing I know, she giving me a massageInstead of waking up rich, I woke up to a surprise[Hook][Verse 3: Jim Jones]It goes: 'six in the morning, police at my door”At five in the morning, I was up in this broadAt four in the morning, we was out the club doorA few hours before that, I was getting fresh in the storeNow a week before that, I was at the car lotThinking convertible so I can make the broad dropA half a mill in cash off a three-month runThem rubber bands stacks in ten-G lump sumsPolice is on our back ‘cause we dump gunsSo when Bird Gang's outside, motherfucker, just runWe just dumb, like the hyphy lifeI told you life was a bitch, not the wifey typeHelp you get the right bricks, if the price is rightCatch you standing on the strip in the icy whitesSeason of heirs, we in the V switching gearsDropping the top, blowing weed in the airShe's showing her ass, andNext think I know, I've got a detective all in my faceAsking me all kinds of questionsI don't know shit but get my lawyer[Hook]