6 In The Morning Lyrics - D12 World - D-12

Good morning 

Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up 

Yo what is the what? 

Well come on then, you know what time it is 

Stop sleeping on my roof bitch! 

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

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

I just can't get past these little peasants 

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 (Hawk) 

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 crap 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 rapping without having a slapping 

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 telling you right now your not gonna like it 

'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with me 

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

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 beautiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone 

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

I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? 

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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 yawning 

'Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning 

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 motherfucking join in 

Everybody come on an 

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 popping slugs they hot son, better not run 

The bosses of all bosses a Holocaust to whoever ain't conscious 

In a house full of dog shit, 

I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathing 

You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding 

It ain't about what you reading 

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

Either that or we'll be beefing free when 

You niggas 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 a mind of a mental patient 

When glocks wave you can save that conversation for Satan 

You brave? 

[Chorus] 

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 niggas squeeze on me 

Please I'm seeing guts 

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

Am I empty seeing them white I empty out them white to fight you 

In front of every reporter that I don't like 

No need for metaphors 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 hanging off-a the hip 

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

Your carcass is split even the beef is partially thick 

We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit 

You probably wish that you could be out shooting them G's 

But the only thing you shoot is the breeze 

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

But every time we hear you kick it 

The only thing you selling 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 outa your stomach 

And when they want it (yeah) 

I bring a hundred niggas from runave 

So get your gun and if you coming 

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