[Intro: mornin Haha, wake your mother asses up Yo is the what? Well on then, you know what time it is sleepin on my group bitch!
[Verse 1: For whatever it's worth it's worth me my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lips to kiss ass with I just can't get past these little That wanna be rauny bad so bad And they so mad they stand it we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it a man And that's when it happens And I and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport when you got to go and resort back into that shit I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin havin to sslap em Believe me I'd much pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's on the mic Cause I'm you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a at a pit bull you get bit bB These stick to you like crazy glue When you me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your miss me when I'm gone Like Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & are you with me?
[Chorus: Come on an come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers on an Cause we get it on an till the break of an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the an If you don't know the an you can't sing along an like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody on an
[Verse 2: Its in the media me of a beef starter In a with heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs I'm gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs hot son, better not run The bosses of all a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a full of dog shit, I'ma gothic death project, you stop You die quicker mach speed without bleedin It ain't what you readin When you me better speak like a season's greetins that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz need a 'E' just to shit! Your leader is a bitch Keep the heater you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental When glocks wave you can save that conversation for You
[Chorus: Come on an everybody on an Kick your shoes off motherfuckers on an Cause we get it on an till the of dawn an Wake your ass up quit yawnin we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have along with the words to the song an If you don't the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em join in Everybody on an
3: Kuniva] Yo yo I heard you niggas like us But so what this is like 'What the did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that just a punk I these niggaz squeeze on me I'm seeing guts I don't no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them white I out them white to fight you In front of reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across I write So emotions to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and blunt We can't destruct I've felt it this much on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his
4: Kon Artis] I with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your is split even the beef is partially thick We take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly that you could be out shootin them G's But the thing you shoot is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on key's But time we hear you kick it The only thing you is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will your nut sack So they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa stomach And when want it (yeah) I a hundred niggas from runave So get your gun and if you
[Chorus: on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off come on an we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up mother fuckers yawnin Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin So sing along with the words to the song an If you know the words an you can't sing along an Fake you know 'em motherfuckin join in come on an