6 In The Morning Chords by D12

_ [Dm] morning
_ ha ha _ _
wake your motherfucking ass up
_ yo, what is the word
_ _ _ well come on then
you know what time it is
stop sleeping on my roof bitch
[E] _
[D] and whatever is worth is worth
me having my ass [Dm] whipped cause imma
add a last list to every kiss ass whipped
i just can't get past these little
piss ass that wanna be born
bad ass and so mad and they so mad
they can't stand it cause he can and they can't speak
and we can't handle it
like a man and that's when it just happens
and i snap and it's a wrap and it's a
scrap and it isn't crap is it
hip hop isn't a sport anymore
move out of glory and resort back into
that shit maybe i'm old fashioned
but my passion is to smash anyone
rapping without having to slap them
believe me i'd much rather lose the pencil
than a pistol and i'm pissed now
but it all depends on just how far
it gets up on the mic cause i'm telling
you right now [D] you're not gonna like it
cause if i get pushed over the ass
then i'm pulling you with [Dm] me
you're both sick get a pic boy you get
bit b and you're wearing sick jeans like crazy blue
when you diss me cause they just bounce
off me like bullet suit 50 i'm the
beautiful listing and you're gonna miss
me when i'm gone like yves murray
when he threw a stool [D] in a girl accidentally
i do the switty
kinda kanaba busy and bruised
you with [Dm] me come on and everybody come on
and kick your shoes off motherfuckers
come on and cause we get it on it
the brick is on it
wake your ass up motherfuckers quick on it
cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
so have a sing along with the
words of the song and if you don't
know the words then you can't sing along
and fake like you know motherfuckers
and join in everybody come on
sendin' me the epitome of a beef starter
in a party with heat it's hard to keep
me without one fucks nuts
i walk in clothes with a shotgun
constant poppin' slugs they hot son but i'm not one
and the bosses are bald bosses
my harlock horse took whoever ain't cautious
in a house full of dark shit
i'm a gothic death cry but you'll stop reading
you'll die crooked in my speed
without bleeding it ain't about what you read
when you need me better speak like a
season's green see that atta will
be beefy frequent you niggas need
to eat just to speak shit your leader is
a boutique bitch keep the heater where
you can reach quick i snipe you at it
and won't leave you cheap with a secret nigga
i did it from the mind of a mental patient
when glock's way you can save
conversation for saint you pray
well come on then everybody come on
kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on
cause we get it on it
til the break of dawn and wake your ass
up motherfuckers quick on it
cause we ain't leavin' til six in the morning
so every single one [D] get the
birds that are songin' if you don't know
the words then you can't sing along
and fake like you know motherfuckers
and join in everybody come on
so what the beef is like what the fuck
is he sayin' is rap in my casinity
just to fuck i mean these niggas are
squeezed only pleased with singing ducks i don't need
no enemies it's my family a couple of
fucks and my NPC [Dm] in the back
the empty out in the back the fight you in front of
you through a corner that i don't like no need
for metaphor that points across when i write
supposes enough to say fuck you bitch
and i don't like [D] you what i might as well
get a sub but that'd be selfish as fuck
you leave me 12 in this squad [Dm] we can't
self-destruct i never felt this much
come on fellas get up we gotta fight
like fuck last night of the slack come on
i'm going with the lip pistol hangin' off of the hip
i'm awkward and quick and i've been sick
i'm sparking a fit your parkas are split
[D] even the fever's partially [Dm] sick
we can't take you serious you a comedy skit
you probably wish you could be out
shooting that G but the only thing you
shoot is a breeze i can't believe you speaking
on moving T but every time we
hear you kick it the only thing that you're
selling is swoop tickets i look wicked
niggas attest your nutsack so when
they bust you better bust back or get your guts
clapped out of your stomach and when they want it
i bring a hundred niggas from running to
get the gun and if you coming
everybody come on
[Dm] keep your shoes off motherfuckers come on
cause we get it on it
break it on it wet your ass up
motherfuckers we're going it
cause we [D] ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
so have a [Dm] sing along with the
words of the song if you don't know the words
then you can't sing along it
fake like you know em motherfuckers and join
it everybody come on it _ _ _ _ _
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