Six in the morning, police at my door Fresh city this week, across my bathroom floor Got my back to a door, I make my own case Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tapes Mad with no music, but happy with freaks And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats Got a knot in my pocket, where at least the grass Gold on my neck, my pussies blowin' heads And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats Six in the morning, police at my door Fresh city this week, across my bathroom floor Got my back to a door, I make my own case Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tapes Mad with no music, but happy with freaks And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats Got a knot in my pocket, where at least the grass Gold on my neck, my pussies blowin' heads And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats Six in the morning, police at my door Fresh city this week, across my bathroom floor Got my back to a door, I make my own case Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tapes Mad with no music, but happy with freaks And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats Got a knot in my pocket, where at least the grass Gold on my neck, my pussies blowin' heads And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats And the streets to a prayer, interplay the beats Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word Word