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Good morningHaha, wake your mother fucking asses upYo what is the what?Well come on then, you know what time it isStop sleeping on my roof bitch!For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squishedI just can't get past these little peasantsThat wanna be rauny bad asses so badAnd they so mad they can't stand itCause we can and they can't spit (Hawk)And they can't handle it like a manAnd that's when it just happensAnd I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shitMaybe I'm old fashioned but my passionIs to smash anyone rapping without having a slappingBelieve me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed nowBut it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic'Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with meYou poke a stick at a big boy you get bit be These words stick to you like crazy glueWhen you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!I'm the beautiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm goneLetras de cancionesLike Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentallyI do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?[Chorus]Come on an everybody come on anKick your shoes off mother fuckers come on anCause we get it on an till the break of dawn anWake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawning'Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morningSo have sing along with the words to the song anIf you don't know the words an you can't sing along anFake like you know 'em motherfucking join inEverybody come on anIts in the media pitted me of a beef starterIn a party with heat it's hard to keep me without oneFuck slugs I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgunConstantly popping slugs they hot son, better not runThe bosses of all bosses a Holocaust to whoever ain't consciousIn a house full of dog shit,I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathingYou die quicker than mach speed without bleedingIt ain't about what you readingWhen you meet me better speak like a season's greetingsEither that or we'll be beefing free whenYou niggas need a 'E' just to speak shit!Your leader is a boutique bitchKeep the heater where you can reach quickI snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secretNigga I did it from a mind of a mental patientWhen glocks wave you can save that conversation for SatanYou brave?[Chorus]Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like usBut so what this beef is like'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'I can see that he's just a punkI mean these niggas squeeze on mePlease I'm seeing gutsI don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucksAm I empty seeing them white I empty out them white to fight youIn front of every reporter that I don't likeNo need for metaphors I get yours across when I writeSo emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"I might as well give this up like heavy salesAnd just fuck an leave D12 and this bluntWe can't self destructI've never felt it this muchCome on fellas, get upWe got to fight like Bugs last night of his lifeI walk with a limp, pistol hanging off-a the hipI'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparking a fifthYour carcass is split even the beef is partially thickWe can't take you serious, you a comedy skitYou probably wish that you could be out shooting them G'sBut the only thing you shoot is the breezeI can't believe you speaking on moving key'sBut every time we hear you kick itThe only thing you selling is wolf ticketsI look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sackSo when they bust you better bust backAnd get your guts clapped outa your stomachAnd when they want it (yeah)I bring a hundred niggas from runaveSo get your gun and if you coming[Chorus] From Letras Mania