'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt we can't self destruct
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers join in
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an'
I'm a gothic death project, you stop breathin'
You'll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin'
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Stop sleepin' on my roof bitch!
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
In a house full of dog shit
I'm awkward and quick enough an' sick when sparkin' a fifth
So have a sing along with the words to the song an'
'Cause we can and they can't spit
I can see that he's just a punk
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
When I'm pissed now but it all depends
Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient
'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then i'm pullin' you with me
These words stick to you like crazy glue
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
'Cause I'm gonna have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
You brave?
I mean these niggaz are squeezin' me
'Cause I'm tellin' you right now your not gonna like it
When you diss me 'cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin'
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
I can't believe you speaking on movin' key's
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
'Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an'
Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof are you with me?
So have a sing along with the words to the song an'
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an'
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
Please I'm seeing guts
See that or we'll be beefin' free when
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, what!"
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an'
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin'
It ain't about what you readin'
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers join in
So bad and they so mad they can't stand it
I just can't get past these little pissants
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
On just how far it get's took on the mic
I'm the beautifulest thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'
Come on an everybody come on an'
Come on an everybody come on an'
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol
So get your gun and if you comin'
"What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?"
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers join in
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin'
If you don't know the words an' you can't sing along an'
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetin'
In front of every reporter that I don't like
Is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' a slappin'
Everybody come on an'
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
That wanna be born bad asses
Your leader is a boutique bitch
And they can't handle it like a man
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
Am I empty seein' them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
So have sing along with the words to the song an'
And get your guts clapped outta your stomach
The bosses of all bosses a haulocaust to whoever ain't concious
Come on an everybody come on an'
If you don't know the words an' you can't sing along an'
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
You niggaz need a E just to speak shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
'Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an'
You all with us or what?
For whatever it's worth, it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
And that's when it just happens
But every time we hear you kick it
And I snap and it's a wrap, then it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
I do this for Swifty
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
We gotta fight like bugs last night of his life
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
Constantly poppin' slugs they hot son, better not run
If you don't know the words an' you can't sing along an'
I've never felt it this much come on fellas, get up
But so what this beef is like
'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'
And when they want it I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So when they bust you better bust back
When you gotta go and resort back into that shit
Everybody come on an'
'Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an'
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidently
