Emine - Pistol Pistol (feat. D12) | Текст песни

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• Pistol Pistol (feat. D12)

[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

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