D-12 - Six in the Morning lyrics

Good morning Haha, wake your mother f**ing a**es up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my roof b**h! For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my a** whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets a** squished I just can't get past these little peasants That wanna be rauny bad a**es 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 sh** Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pa**ion 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? [Chorus] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother f**ers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your a** up motherf**ers 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 motherf**ing 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 f** 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 sh**, I'ma gothic d**h 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 n***as need a 'E' just to speak sh**! Your leader is a boutique b**h Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret n***a 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 n***as don't like us But so what this beef is like 'What the f** did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's just a punk I mean these n***as 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 "f** you b**h, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just f** 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 carca** 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 n***as 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 n***as from runave So get your gun and if you coming [Chorus]