Текст (слова) песни: D12 - 6 in the Morning

[Intro: Eminem]
Good morning! Haha.
Wake your motherfuckin asses up!
Aiyyo, what if so what
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group BITCH! {*gun cocks, BLAM*}

[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 passed these little piss ants
that wanna be Barney 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 then it`s a wrap
Then it`s a scrap and it isn`t rap, is it?
Hip-hop isn`t a sport anymore
when you gotta go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I`m old-fashioned, but my passion
is to smash anyone rappin without havin to slap him
Believe me, I`d much rather lift a pencil than a pistol
when I`m pissed now, but it all depends on just how
far it gets took on the mic
Cause I`m tellin you right now you`re 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 pitbull you get bit B
Your words stick to you like crazy glue when you diss me
Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50
I`m the beautiful instinct, and you`re gonna miss me
when I`m gone, like Keith Murray when he threw his stool
and hit a girl accidentally (ahh!)
I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof - are you with me?

[Chorus: Eminem]
Well c`mon then, everybody good mornin
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in
Cause we get it on and, `til the break of dawnin
Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawnin
Cause we ain`t leavin `til 6 in the mornin
So ever sing along with the words of the song and
If you don`t know the words and you can`t sing along then
Fake like you know `em motherfuckers and join in
Everybody good mornin

[Swifty]
They consider me the epitomy of a beef starter
In the party with heat, it`s hard to keep me without one
Fuck snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun
Constantly poppin slugs, they hot son, better not run (AHH!)
The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain`t cautious
In a house full of dog shit
I`m a gothic death prophet, you`ll stop breathin
You`ll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain`t about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like it`s Seasons Greetings
Either that or we`ll be beefin frequent
You niggaz need an E just to speak shit
And your heater is a petite bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I`ll snipe you with it and won`t even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When glocks sway you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo - I heard you niggaz
don`t like us but so what, this beef is like what the fuck
did he say in his rap - am I conceded? He just a punk
I mean these niggaz`ll squeeze on me pleased when seein guts
I don`t need no enemies cause my family a couple trucks
And my {?} and a mic, they empty out on them bike
to fight you in front of everyone important that I don`t like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
This emotion`s enough to say, "Fuck you bitch and I don`t like you!"
WHAT! I might as well give this up, but that`d be selfish as fuck
You`ll leave D12 in this, but we can`t self-destruct
I`ve never felt it this much, c`mon fellas get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, C`MON!

[Kuniva]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off of the hip
I`m awkward and quick enough and sick when sparkin a fifth
Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
We can`t take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be out, shootin at G`s
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can`t believe
you speakin on movin ki`s, but every time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you sellin is woof tickets
I look wicked cause niggaz`ll test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back or get your guts clapped
outta your stomach, and when they want it
I`ll bring a hundred niggaz from Runyon so get to gunnin if you comin

[Chorus]

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Hip-hop isn`t a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit Maybe I`m old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin without havin to slap him Believe me, I`d much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I`m pissed now, but it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic Cause I`m tellin you right now you`re 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 pitbull you get bit B Your words stick to you like crazy glue when you diss me Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50 I`m the beautiful instinct, and you`re gonna miss me when I`m gone, like Keith Murray when he threw his stool and hit a girl accidentally (ahh!) I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof - are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem] Well c`mon then, everybody good mornin Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in Cause we get it on and, `til the break of dawnin Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawnin Cause we ain`t leavin `til 6 in the mornin So ever sing along with the words of the song and If you don`t know the words and you can`t sing along then Fake like you know `em motherfuckers and join in Everybody good mornin [Swifty] They consider me the epitomy of a beef starter In the party with heat, it`s hard to keep me without one Fuck snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun Constantly poppin slugs, they hot son, better not run (AHH!) The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain`t cautious In a house full of dog shit I`m a gothic death prophet, you`ll stop breathin You`ll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain`t about what you readin When you meet me better speak like it`s Seasons Greetings Either that or we`ll be beefin frequent You niggaz need an E just to speak shit And your heater is a petite bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I`ll snipe you with it and won`t even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient When glocks sway you can save that conversation for Satan You brave? [Chorus] [Kon Artis] Yo, yo - I heard you niggaz don`t like us but so what, this beef is like what the fuck did he say in his rap - am I conceded? He just a punk I mean these niggaz`ll squeeze on me pleased when seein guts I don`t need no enemies cause my family a couple trucks And my {?} and a mic, they empty out on them bike to fight you in front of everyone important that I don`t like No need for metaphors to get points across when I write This emotion`s enough to say, "Fuck you bitch and I don`t like you!" WHAT! I might as well give this up, but that`d be selfish as fuck You`ll leave D12 in this, but we can`t self-destruct I`ve never felt it this much, c`mon fellas get up! We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, C`MON! [Kuniva] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off of the hip I`m awkward and quick enough and sick when sparkin a fifth Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick We can`t take you serious, you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could be out, shootin at G`s But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can`t believe you speakin on movin ki`s, but every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you sellin is woof tickets I look wicked cause niggaz`ll test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach, and when they want it I`ll bring a hundred niggaz from Runyon so get to gunnin if you comin [Chorus] Нравится песня? 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