feel | At six o?clock in the morning Rising from their narrow bed The poorly clothed and the barely fed Know someone filled their dreams with lead At six o?clock
(feat. Ludacris) [People talking in the background] [Ludacris talking] Yeah, they never seen that shit comin' Greg Street and Ludacris, Georgia to
(feat. Mr. Bigg) [Verse 1: Mr. Bigg] I started selling dope back in 1986 I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch The brains blowed out
(feat. Deuce Poppi, Trina) [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [
(feat. Mystikal, Jazze Pha, Qua Bo Gold) [Hook x15] WE GOT THIS HERE [Qua Bo Gold] Every since I could remember, I was a lil' ol' boy I was ghetto
beaten battered wives strangled, popped out they eyes terror levels on the rise, drugs friends are takin lives on the... news at 6 o'clock and again at
6 O'Clock I'm wasted She is in my bones [This] city's all gone dead on me, again May as well find my way home No one really knows me No one ever said
battered wives strangled, popped out they eyes terror levels on the rise, drugs friends are takin lives on the... news at 6 o'clock and again at eleven
6 o'clock on a tube stop, waiting for a subway train On my own, so alone, why does everybody look the same? To the right there's a sign, telling me which
feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done, enough of your love I said I'm done, enough of your love I'm up ?til 3 o'clock in the mornin' While you party
, waiting Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting ooh Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting It's 6 o'clock and seconds feel
Everyone just stares at me, I'm last in line for prosperity I can't take this crazy pace, I've become a mental case Yeah, this is the job that ate my brain Five o'clock
Was like, Being underage and couldn't get a beeper Missing sales cuz the onions still stuck in my sneaker Talkin to Streetsweeper, Dodgin the Grim Reaper, Hit My block after 8 o'clock
be I got a girl who thinks I rock And tomorrow there's no school so let's go drink some more red bull And not get home till about 6 o clock When I'm
middle, baby, hit it, hit it I do it to him right, sittin' good Handle my business like a big girl should 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock
street The shop windows reflect play a nameless host To a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy A victim of your misery and Private hell Alone at 6 o'clock
Yo, it goes tellin', hoes bobbin' Saturday 3'o clock on Melrose shoppin' 6pm flight for more club hoppin' Landing at H town, damn, they got it poppin'
I'm just gonna stay in 8 o' clock, 10 o' clock midnight (Party) 2 o' clock, 4 o' clock, 6 o' clock (Party) 7 a.m., better get the fuck out 'Cause there