D12 "Pistol Pistol" lyrics

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Pistol Pistol

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 bitch but this TOOLSorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get youbut I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Swifty McVay]Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with ussee I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitchesJust for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lordwhen my parents talk to me they've 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? Bitch, I'll do it for youCatch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your hoyou gots to go, bitches died slow and horribleThere's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower youyoung, strapped, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you

[Proof]Stepped in the door waving the four-fourblazing at po-po, escaping and lay lowThey call my TONGUE YAYO, but I spit fireI lit five inside a fucking dickriderThe clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAGyou love being ass to assGrab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank yanever say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangstaYall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pacyo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might coughIt ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witnessI'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta businessIt won't be the same since we touching the gamemake the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chainYou think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains

[Chorus]

[Kuniva]The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to onecause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are doneTote the gun, it's my way of life and it worksthese cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirtCause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was pricelessalone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifelessThat's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepinwaking you up with AKs while you lie sleepingI'd 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 I'm spinnin roundspittin these rounds from fo' poundswhile the whole crowd is screaming as loudfrom they're 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 I'm shooting at five-0Some semi-automatic for static's the mottospitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rockit'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearseit'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)It'll make Holyfield start fightingit'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writingIt'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smallsit'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron HallIt'll make Christopher Reeve start walkingit'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkingIt'll make a nun turn into a filthy slutit'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking muttIt'll make a Muslim dye his hair blondeit'll make a redneck start to read the Holy KoranIt'll make Ike stop beating Tinait'll 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 don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, niggaWhat? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up

[Bizarre]Look at where the fuck we stay at!Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!Fuck around with us, you're good as popped...you're good as popped.

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