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| D12 Devils Night Pistol Pistol Bizarre: Yeah, welcome to Amityville Swifty: Detroit Nigga Bizarre: The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols Swifty: Why is that? *Laughing* Chorus: Eminem: (Can't go nowhere without my gun) Slick criminal with this shit I spit use (I walk the streets I got my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) ed to hand em the amp you they miss the shit to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) To many enemies on my list to sit trough (I walk the streets I got my gun) body got my back in this bitch but this dood (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you (Don't go nowhere without my gun But I don't goin around without my pistol pistol Swifty: Nigga we violently active So fuck with us See I'm backwards I slap niggaz and punch bitches Just for askin They must have been wanting to meet the lord When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored They was snoopin trough my closet Seein drugs on the floor Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate Bitch, I l do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and your hoe You got's to go Bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo any nigga We'll shower you We young strapped and powerful And I ain't gotta lie to you Proof: Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo Blazin at popo escapin and lay low they call my tongue yayo But I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickryder The clip slider Love to blast the mag You a fag You love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the but the 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 trigga 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 gonna put hell out of business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew Tuck in this chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains Chorus Kuniva: he only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Toke the gun It's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless That's why I'm heated You never know who start creepin Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather then need one and not have it I married this glockmatic Nowhere without my gun Kon Artist: You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds Spittin these rounds from fo pounds While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth Is they possibly alive *Shooting and screaming* Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault Like fast wheels who will perish shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's Spittin like *Screamin* Collorado Chorus Bizarre: This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry) It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst It'll make Holyfield start fighting It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin It'll make a nut turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Coram It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Chorus Eminem: Pistol Pistol Swifty: Nigga, you better have aim Eminem: I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol Swifty: Cuz if you don't you finished Swifty: Flat out Bizarre: Detroit Swifty: Nigga Bizarre: Detroit Eminem: I'm sorry Swifty: What? Eminem: Fuck it Bizarre: The fuck we stayin Swifty: Fuck around and get popped Swifty: With no hesitation Swifty: Straight up Bizarre: Look where the fuck we stay at Bizarre: Nigga what where the fuck we stay at Bizarre: Fuck around with us Bizarre: You get us popped Bizarre: You fuckin get us popped *Laughin* |
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