Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ D12 - 6 in the morning ------------------------------------------ [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 itīs worth itīs worth me havin my ass whipped Cause Iīma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just canīt get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they canīt stand it Cause we can and they canīt spit (Haawk) And they canīt handle it like a man And thatīs when it just happens And I snap and itīs a wrap, and itīs a scrap an then it isnīt crap is it? Hip-Hop isnīt a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe Iīm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me Iīd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but Iīm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it getīs took on the mic Cause Iīm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then Iīm 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! Iīm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when Iīm 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 ainīt leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you donīt know the words an you canīt sing along an Fake like you know īem 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 itīs hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs Iīm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ainīt concious In a house full of dog shit, Iīma gothic death project, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ainīt about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a seasonīs greetins Either that or weīll be beefin free when You niggaz need a īEī 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 wonīt 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 ainīt leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you donīt know the words an you canīt sing along an Fake like you know īem motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an [Verse 3: Kuniva] Yo yo I heard you niggas donīt like us But so what this beef is like īWhat the fuck did he say in his rap Em?ī I can see that heīs just a punk I mean these niggaz squeeze on me Please Iīm seeing guts I donīt 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 donīt like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I donīt like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt We canīt self destruct Iīve 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 Iīm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We canīt take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them Gīs But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I canīt believe you speaking on movin keyīs 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 ainīt leavin till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the song an If you donīt know the words an you canīt sing along an Fake like you know īem motherfuckin join in Everybody come on an