D12 - Pistol Pistol Lyrics
[bizarre]Yeah, welcome to amityville[swifty]Detroit, nigga![bizarre]The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! ha ha ha ha![chorus - eminem]Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chewsLike a bullet came back that just missed and hit youI say the type of shit parents slit their wrists toNeed an anthem to amp you, then this the shit toToo many enemies on my list to sift throughNobody got my back in this ***** but this twoSorry officer, I dont care how pissed I get youBut I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol[swifty mcvay]Nigga, we violently active, so ***** with usSee Im backwards - I slap niggas and punch *****esJust for asking, they mustve been wanting to meet the lordWhen my parents talk to me theyve got mean mugs and ignoreThey were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floorShells from the forty-four scattered over their porchBustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy youTrying to break your neck to conversate? *****, Ill do it for youCatch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your hoYou gots to go, *****es died slow and horribleTheres no tomorrow for any nigga, well shower youYoung, black, and powerful, (*****!) and I aint gotta lie to you[proof]Stepped in the door waving the four-fourBlazing at po-po, escaping and lay lowThey call my (? ), but I spit fireI lit five inside a *****ing dickriderThe clip slider, love to blast a mag, youre a fagYou love being ass to assGrab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank yaNever say that Im a gangsta, now thats gangstaYall niggas sound like jigga but act like pacYo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might coughIt aint nothing to tell, empty shells for the witnessIm the hot nigga thats gonna put hell outta businessIt wont be the same since we touching the gameMake the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chainYou think this shits a game and were bluffing for fame?Ill squeeze off this tech until nothing remains[chorus][kuniva]The only time that Im at piece/peace is when Im close to oneCause I dont know whats waiting for me when my vocals are doneTote the gun, its my way of life and it worksThese cowardly niggasll put your *****ing life in the dirtCause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was pricelessAlone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifelessThats why Im heated, you never know who starts creepinWaking you up with aks while you lie sleepingId rather pack the heat and not needRather than need one and not have it, I married this glock-matic[gunshot][kon artis]You know the sound when Im spinnin roundSpittin these rounds from fo poundsWhile the whole crowd is screaming as loudFrom theyre mouths as they possibly allowNothing is parallel to making you carouselArial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shellsDenaun carry the nine where I goBullets whistle and hit you while Im shooting at five-0Some semi-automatic for statics the mottoSpitting like [columbine kids] from colorado[chorus][bizarre]This ninell turn a softy to a hard rockItll make jehovas witnesses think before they knock (sorry, sorry!)Itll make your grandmother come out of her hearseItll make limp bizkit get rid of fred durst (ha ha!)Itll make holyfield start fightingItll make ma$e say ***** church! and go back to writingItll make shyne say he sound like biggie smallsItll make r. kelly give respect to aaron hallItll make christopher reeve start walkingItll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkingItll make a nun turn into a filthy slutItll make the hardest pitbull turn into a *****ing muttItll make a muslim dye his hair blondeItll make a redneck start to read the holy koranItll make ike stop beating tinaItll make slim shady fall back in love with christinaChristina aguilera... ha ha ha ha![eminem-chorus][swifty]Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! you better have an aimCause if you dont - youre finished - flat out, nigga, nigga, niggaWhat? ***** around and get popped with no hesitation, straight up[bizarre]Look at where the ***** we stay at!Nigga, look where the ***** we stay at!***** around with us, you get popped
