6 In The Morning lyrics

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BROWSE SONGS LYRICS

D12 World - 6 In The Morning lyrics

I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip

[Verse 4: Kuniva]
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
Come on fellas, get up
I've never felt it this much
We can't self destruct
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
In front of every reporter that I don't like
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Please I'm seeing guts
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
I can see that he's just a punk
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
But so what this beef is like
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
[Verse 3: Kon Artist]

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

You brave?
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
Your leader is a botique bitch
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
It ain't about what you readin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
In a house full of dog shit,
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter

[Verse 2: Swift]
Everybody come on an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
So have sing along with the words to the song an
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Come on an everybody come on an
[Chorus: Eminem]

I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
These words stick to you like crazy glue
You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
And that's when it just happens
And they can't handle it like a man
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they so mad they can't stand it
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
I just can't get past these little pissants
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
[Verse 1: Eminem]

Stop sleepin on my group bitch!
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Yo what is the what?
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Good mornin
[Intro: Eminem]
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