D12 - Get My Gun (feat. 50 Cent) (Prod by Eminem) | Текст песни

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• Get My Gun (feat. 50 Cent) (Prod by Eminem)

Eminem:] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're problem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!

[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .

[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GOIN TO GET GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GOIN TO GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GOIN TO GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GOIN TO GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!

[Kuniva]
I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My ***** Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?

[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to

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