6 In The Morning(as made famous by D12)-Hip Hop/R/B United

歌手 : Hip Hop / R / B United

专辑 : Urban Radio Hits

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:40

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TXT 6 In The Morning(as made famous by D12)-Hip Hop/R/B United 文本歌词

6 In The Morning(as made famous by D12) - Hip Hop/R/B United

Good mornin

Haha, wake your mother f**kin asses up

Yo what is the what?

Well come on then, you know what time it is

Stop sleepin on my group b**ch!

For whatever it's worth

It's worth me havin my a** whipped

Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss a** 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

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 sh*t

Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion

Is to smash anyone rappin without havin to sslap 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

I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva,

Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

Come on an everybody come on an

Kick your shoes off mother f**kers come on an

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

Wake your a** up motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin join in

Everybody come on an

It's in the media pitted me of a beef starter

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

F**k 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 sh*t,

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 sh*t!

Your leader is a botique b**ch

Keep the heater where you can reach quick

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

Ni**a I did it from a 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 motherf**kers come on an

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

Wake your a** up motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin join in

Everybody come on an

So what this beef is like

'What the f**k 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

F**k you b**ch, and I don't like you, WHAT!

I might as well give this up like heavy sales

And just f**k 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

And get your guts clapped outa 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 motherf**kers come on an

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

Wake your a** up mother f**kers 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 motherf**kin join in

Everybody come on an