One Shot 2 Shot
[Intro: Fatt Father]I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)What now nigga, what now? What? Brewster Projects nigga
[Hook: Eminem]One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stopsBodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stopsEverybody hit the door, somebody's licking shots off
[Bizarre]Security's gone, I'm trapped in the clubAnd I'm trying to run and get my motherfucking gun(Nigga what about yo' wife?) Nigga fuck my wifeI'm trying to run and save my motherfucking lifeOh, shit! The shooter's comingBitches hollering, niggas runningPeople, shot all over the floorAnd I'm trying to make it to the St. Andrew's door(Hey man) {*chk-chk-BOOM*} That's the sound of the GlockEven DJ Houseshoes fucked around and got shotI done messed around, and forget my tecI don't see nobody, but Fat Father and Hex
[Kuniva](Kuniva, you hurt?) These niggas is tripping(Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man)I'm trying to slip through the exit and get to where my car is atBitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wildingTwo minutes ago we was all joking and smilingThis chick is clinging on to me, sobbing and sighingSaying she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryingBut it's real and it's on and caps is getting peeledSo I hugged her and used her body as a human shield andShe got hit and now she's yelling (DON'T LEAVE ME!)I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me!I squeezed through the back door and made my escapeI ran and got my .38 I hope it's not too late!
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[Swift (Kon Artis)](I been trying to call you all day motherfucker where you at?)I'm on 7 Mile {*gunfire*} what the fuck was that?{*gunfire*} Damn, somebody hit me from the back!(What with they car?)With a gat nigga, and my tire flat{*crash*} And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes(Is you hit?) I don't know, but I can tell you what they droveIt was a black Mitsubishi (Shit, that's the clique we beefing with)Maaaaan! (I swear) And I was on my way thereBelieve me, I'm leaving a carcass todayAnd I'mma park my car and walk the rest of the wayI'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tuckedI'mma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up!
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[Eminem]I never seen no shit like this in my life beforePeople are still camped out from the night beforeSleeping outside the door, waiting in line stillTrying to get inside the club to see D12 performThe fire marshals know, the venue's too smallPeople are wall to wall, three thousand and some oddFans and some cumwad from out the parking lotGets in an argument over a parking spotDecides to pull his gun and lets a few of them offMissed who he's aiming for, six feet away is the doorInto St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays flying all over the placeGrazed one bitch in the faceAnother one of 'em came through the wallBefore anyone could even hear the first shot go offI'm posted up at the bar, having a mazeltovBullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it offThank God I'm alive, I gotta find DenaunAnd where the fuck is Von? He usually tucks one on himWait a minute, I think I just saw BizarreNah I guess not, what the fuck? Oh my God, it was!I never saw him run so fast in my lifeLook at him hauling ass, I think he left his wifeThere she is, on the ground, being trampledI go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can't pull her{*blam*} God damn, there just went another damn bulletI'm hit, my vest is barely able to handle itIt's too thin, if I get hit again I can't do itI scoop D, follow Bizarre's path, ran through it andMade it to the front door and collapsedOn the steps looked up and I seen SwiftShooting it out but I can't see who he's shooting it out withBut Denaun's right behind him, squeezing his four-fifth
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[Kon Artis]Yo, it's Friday night, came to this bitch rightBig ass on my left, hand Desert Eagle in my rightI ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fightAlthough I can't stay here to fight cause I'm popping niggas tonightThat's right bitches I'm drunk with revengeShot a bouncer in the neck for trying to check when I get inSwift told me to meet him here, so it's clear that the schmuckThat shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfuckerSo one shot for the money, two is to stop the showThe third's for the bartender (bitch bring me a bottle of Mo')I just wanna know who driving the black Mitsubishi?He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece
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