D12 - 6 In The Morning Lyrics

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Good mornin'

Haha wake your mother fuckin' asses up

You all with us or what?

Well come on then you know what time it is

Stop sleepin' on my roof bitch!

For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin' my ass whipped

'Cause I'm gonna have the last lift that ever gets ass squished

I just can't get past these little pissants

That wanna be born bad asses

So bad and they so mad they can't stand it

'Cause we can and they can't spit

And they can't handle it like a man

And that's when it just happens

And I snap and it's a wrap then it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore

When you gotta go and resort back into that shit

Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion

Is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' a slappin'

Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol

When I'm pissed now but it all depends

On just how far it get's took on the mic

'Cause I'm tellin' you right now your not gonna like it'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then i'm pullin' you with me

You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B

These words stick to you like crazy glue

When you diss me 'cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty

I'm the beautifulest thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone

Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidently

I do this for Swifty

Kon and Kuniva Bizzy and Proof are you with me?

Come on an everybody come on an'

Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an'

'Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an'

Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin'

'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'

So have a sing along with the words to the song an'

If you don't know the words an' you can't sing along an'

Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers join in

Everybody come on an'

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Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter

In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one

Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun

Constantly poppin' slugs they hot son better not run

The bosses of all bosses a haulocaust to whoever ain't concious

In a house full of dog shit

I'm a gothic death project you stop breathin'

You'll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin'

It ain't about what you readin'

When you meet me better speak like a season's greetin'

See that or we'll be beefin' free when

You niggaz need a E just to speak shit

Your leader is a boutique bitch

Keep the heater where you can reach quick

I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret

Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient

When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan

You brave?

Come on an everybody come on an'

Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an'

'Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an'

Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin'

'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'

So have a sing along with the words to the song an'

If you don't know the words an' you can't sing along an'

Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers join in

Everybody come on an'

Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us

But so what this beef is like

"What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?"

I can see that he's just a punk

I mean these niggaz are squeezin' me

Please I'm seeing guts

I don't need no enemies as my family a couple trucks

Am I empty seein' them white I emtpy out them white to fight you

In front of every reporter that I don't like

No need for metaphores I get yours across when I writeSo emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch and I don't like you what!"

I might as well give this up like heavy sales

And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt we can't self destruct

I've never felt it this much come on fellas get up

We gotta fight like bugs last night of his life

I walk with a limp pistol hangin off-a the hip

I'm awkward and quick enough an' sick when sparkin' a fifth

Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick

We can't take you serious you a comedy skit

You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's

But the only thing you shoot is the breeze

I can't believe you speaking on movin' key's

But every time we hear you kick it

The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets

I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack

So when they bust you better bust back

And get your guts clapped outta your stomach

And when they want it I bring a hundred niggas from runave

So get your gun and if you comin'

Come on an everybody come on an'

Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an'

'Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an'

Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin'

'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'

So have sing along with the words to the song an'

If you don't know the words an' you can't sing along an'

Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers join in

Everybody come on an'

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