D12 - Pistol Pistol

[Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty] Detroit, nigga! [Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols [Swifty] Why is that? {*both laughing*} [Chorus One - Eminem] Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this do Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Chorus Two - overlaps Chorus One 2X] Ain't goin nowhere without my gun I walk the streets I pack my gun I go to sleep I got my gun Can't go nowhere without my gun [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active - so fuck with us See I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for askin, they must've been wantin to meet the Lord When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored They were snoopin through my closet, seen drugs on the floor Shells from the forty-four scattered over they porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and yo' ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo' - any nigga we'll shower you We young strapped & powerful (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door, wavin the fo'-fo' Blazin at po-po, escapin and lay low They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag You a FAG, you love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta (now THAT'S gangsta) Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like 'Pac Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell outta business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffin for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until nothin remains [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Kuniva] The only time that I'm at peace/piece is when I'm close to one cause I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put yo' fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless Alone in the streets, bleedin, starin, layin lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin (uh-huh) Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it; rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic [sung] {*gun cocked*} Nowhere without my.. {*gunshot*} [Kon Artis] You know the sound when I'm spinnin round spittin these rounds from fo' pounds While the whole crowd screamin as loud from they mouths as they possibly allow? {*series of gunshots fire*} Nothing is parallel to making you carousel Arial sommersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shootin at five-oh Some semi-automatic for static's the motto Spittin like [*Columbine kids*] from Colorado [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Bizarre] This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come out of a purse it'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!) It'll make Holyfield start fightin

Текст песни "D12 - Pistol Pistol" [Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty] Detroit, nigga! [Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols [Swifty] Why is that? {*both laughing*} [Chorus One - Eminem] Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this do Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Chorus Two - overlaps Chorus One 2X] Ain't goin nowhere without my gun I walk the streets I pack my gun I go to sleep I got my gun Can't go nowhere without my gun [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active - so fuck with us See I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for askin, they must've been wantin to meet the Lord When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored They were snoopin through my closet, seen drugs on the floor Shells from the forty-four scattered over they porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and yo' ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo' - any nigga we'll shower you We young strapped & powerful (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door, wavin the fo'-fo' Blazin at po-po, escapin and lay low They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag You a FAG, you love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta (now THAT'S gangsta) Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like 'Pac Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell outta business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffin for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until nothin remains [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Kuniva] The only time that I'm at peace/piece is when I'm close to one cause I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put yo' fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless Alone in the streets, bleedin, starin, layin lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin (uh-huh) Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it; rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic [sung] {*gun cocked*} Nowhere without my.. {*gunshot*} [Kon Artis] You know the sound when I'm spinnin round spittin these rounds from fo' pounds While the whole crowd screamin as loud from they mouths as they possibly allow? {*series of gunshots fire*} Nothing is parallel to making you carousel Arial sommersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shootin at five-oh Some semi-automatic for static's the motto Spittin like [*Columbine kids*] from Colorado [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Bizarre] This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come out of a purse it'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!) It'll make Holyfield start fightin