D12 Lyrics

Album: D12 World

6 In The Morning Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]

 Good mornin

 Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up

 Yo what is the what?

 Well come on then, you know what time it is

 Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!

 

 [Verse 1: Eminem]

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

 Cause I'ma 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 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 pashion 

 Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin 

 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 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 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?

 

 [Chorus: Eminem]

 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 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 motherfuckin join in

 Everybody come on an

 

 [Verse 2: Swifty]

 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 haluocaust to whoever ain't concious

 In a house full of dog shit, 

 I'ma 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 greetins

 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?

 

 [Chorus: Eminem]

 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin join in

 Everybody come on an

 

 [Verse 3: Kuniva]

 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

 

 [Verse 4: Kon Artis]

 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 

 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 comin

 

 [Chorus: Eminem]

 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 motherfuckin join in

 Everybody come on an