6 in the Morning

D12

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Denaun M Porter, Luis Resto, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Von M Carlisle
album: Track in album D12 World
release date: 2004-4-26
popularity : 14 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Horrorcore/Thug Rap
length: 4:39
producer: Eminem
mixer: Steve King and Eminem
recorded by: Steve King and Mike Strange
additional producer: Luis Resto
keyboard: Luis Resto
additional engineer: Rich Hunt and Tony Campana
executive producer: Eminem
writer: Denaun Porter, Luis Resto, Ondre Moore, Von Carlisle, Eminem

Album Information

label: Shady Records
country(area): United Kingdom
format: CD
barcode: 602498624319
script: Latin

Cover Art

D12 D12 World cover art

Lyrics

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Good morning
Yo what is the what?
Stop sleeping on my roof *****!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my *** whipped
I just can't get past these little peasants
And they so mad they can't stand it
And they can't handle it like a man
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
'Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit be
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally

Come on an everybody come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
'Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Everybody come on an

In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Constantly popping slugs they hot son, better not run
In a house full of dog ****,
You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
You *****s need a 'E' just to speak ****!
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
***** I did it from a mind of a mental patient
You brave?
[Chorus]
Yo yo I heard you *****s don't like us
'What the **** did he say in his rap Em?'
I mean these *****s squeeze on me
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
In front of every reporter that I don't like
So emotions enough to say "**** you *****, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
And just **** an leave D12 and this blunt
I've never felt it this much
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off-a the hip
Your carcass is split even the beef is partially thick
You probably wish that you could be out shooting them G's
I can't believe you speaking on moving key's
The only thing you selling is wolf tickets
So when they bust you better bust back
And when they want it (yeah)
So get your gun and if you coming
[Chorus]Good morning
Yo what is the what?
Stop sleeping on my roof *****!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my *** whipped
I just can't get past these little peasants
And they so mad they can't stand it
And they can't handle it like a man
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
'Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit be
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally

Come on an everybody come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
'Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Everybody come on an

In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Constantly popping slugs they hot son, better not run
In a house full of dog ****,
You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
You *****s need a 'E' just to speak ****!
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
***** I did it from a mind of a mental patient
You brave?
[Chorus]
Yo yo I heard you *****s don't like us
'What the **** did he say in his rap Em?'
I mean these *****s squeeze on me
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
In front of every reporter that I don't like
So emotions enough to say "**** you *****, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
And just **** an leave D12 and this blunt
I've never felt it this much
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off-a the hip
Your carcass is split even the beef is partially thick
You probably wish that you could be out shooting them G's
I can't believe you speaking on moving key's
The only thing you selling is wolf tickets
So when they bust you better bust back
And when they want it (yeah)
So get your gun and if you coming
[Chorus]

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Git Up
  • 2 Loyalty
  • 3 Just Like U
  • 4 I'll Be Damned
  • 5 Dude (skit)
  • 6 My Band
  • 7 U R the One
  • 8 6 in the Morning
  • 9 How Come
  • 10 Leave Dat Boy Alone
  • 11 Get My Gun
  • 12 Bizarre (skit)
  • 13 Bitch
  • 14 Steve's Coffee House (skit)
  • 15 D-12 World
  • 16 40 Oz.
  • 17 Commercial Break
  • 18 American Psycho II
  • 19 Bugz 97 (skit)
  • 20 Good Die Young
  • 21 Keep Talkin'
    CD 2
  • 1 Barbershop
  • 2 Slow Your Roll