6 In The Morning - D12

Good morning!
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Y'all with us or what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group bitch!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped

Cause I'mma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin to slap em
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but 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 pit bull you get bit bB
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 beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

Come on then everybody come on and

Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on in
Cause we get it on and til' the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the morning
So have sing along with the words to the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning

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 popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a holocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit
I'mma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique 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 a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?

Come on then everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on in
Cause we get it on and til' the break of dawn an

Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the morning
So have sing along with the words to the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning

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 squeeze on 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 write
So 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 got to 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 fith
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 or
Get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon
So get to gunnin if you coming

Come on then everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on in
Cause we get it on and til' the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the morning
So have sing along with the words to the song and
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good morning



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Writer(s): Mathers Marshall, Resto Luis Edgardo
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