「6 In The Morning」の歌詞 D12

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作詞
CARLISLE VON M,MOORE ONDRE C,PORTER DENAUN M,MATHERS MARSHALL
作曲
RESTO LUIS EDGARDO,MATHERS MARSHALL
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For whatever it's worth, it's worth me
having my ass whipped
Cause I'm a 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
bcause we can and they can't spit
And they can't handle it
like a man and than when it just happens
And I snap and its wrap then it's a scrap
and it isn't rap, is it ?
Hip-hop isn't a sport any more
when you gotta go on resort back in that shit
Maybe I'm old fashion, but my passion is
to smash anyone rappin' without happen
to slap'em
Believe me,
I'd would rather much 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 get pushed over the edge them
I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at pit-bull, you get bit B
Your words stick to you like crazy glue
when u diss me
Cause they just bounce off me
like bullets do 5 0
I'm the beautifullest things
And you're gonna miss me when I'm gone,
like Keith Murray
When he through a stool and hit a girl
accidentally
I do this Swifty
Kon and Kuniva,
Bizzy and Proof are you with me?
Well come on then, everybody come on in
Kick your shoes off muthafuckers come on in
Cause we get it on and till the break
of dawn and wake your ass up
muthafuckas quit yawnin'
Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the morning,
so help us sing a long with the words
of this song and
If you don't know the words
and you can't sing-along the fake like
you know it
Motherfucker and join in
Everybody come on in
Consider me the epitom of a beef starter,
in a party with heat, it's hard
to keep me without one
Fuck snubs I wack in clubs with
a shot gun, consistently
poppin' slugs they hot son
better not run
The bosses of all bosse, a holocaust to whoever
ain't cautious in a house
full of dog shit
I'm a gothic death prophet,
you'll stop breathing, you'll die quicker than
mach speed without bleeding
It ain't about what you reading,
when you meet me better speak likes
its Seasons greetings
It's either that or we'll be beefing
frequent, you niggas need to eat
just to speak shit
Your leader 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
I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When Glocks wave you can save
the conversation for Satan You brave?
Well come on then, everybody come on in
Kick your shoes off muthafuckers come on in
Cause we get it on and till the break
of dawn and wake your ass up
muthafuckas quit yawnin'
Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the morning
So help us sing a long with the words
of this song and
If you don't know the words
and you can't sing-along
The fake like you know it
motherfucker and join in
Everybody come on in
(I heard these niggas don't like me
but so what,)
This beef is like
`what the fuck did he say in his rap'
Em, I could see that he just a punk
I mean these niggas'll squeeze on me,
please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, just my family,
a couple of trucks and my M P C and a mic
Then empty out in the night
I'll fight you on front of
every repoter that I don't like
No need for metaphors that get points across
when I write, just emotions enough to say
`fuck you bitch and
I don't like you'(What!)
I might as well give this up
But that be selfish as fuck to leave D -12
and this rut we can't self destruct
I ever felt it this much
C'mon fellas get up
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life,
c'mon
(I walk with a limp,) pistol hangin off
at the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough
And sick when sparkin' a Fifth
Your caucus will split, even if
beef is partially thick
We can't you take you serious,
you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be
out shootin' the G's
But the only thing you shoot is the Breeze
I can't believe you speak on movin keys
But every time we here you kick it
the only thing that you sellin is
wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas'll test
your nuts sack
So when they bust you you better bust back
or get your guts clapped outta ya stomach
And when they want it,
I bring a hundred niggas from Runyan
to get the gunnin' if you coming
Well come on then, everybody come on in
Kick your shoes off muthafuckers come on in
Cause we get it on and till the break
of dawn and wake your ass up
muthafuckas quit yawnin'
Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the morning,
so help us sing a long with the words
of this song and
If you don't know the words
and you can't sing-along the fake like
you know it
Motherfucker and join in
Everybody come on in of my band,