เนื้อเพลง Pistol Pistol - D12

{Bizarre} Yeah, welcome to Amityville
{Swifty} Detroit N*gga
{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 sh*t 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 sh*t parents slit they wrist to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
ed to hand em the amp you they miss the sh*t 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 b*tch 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}
N*gga we violently active
So f*ck with us
See I'm backwards
I slap n*ggaz and punch b*tches
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
B*tch, 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
B*tches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow fo any n*gga
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 f*ckin d*ckryder
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 n*ggaz 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 n*gga that's gonna put hell out of business
It won't be the same since we touchin the game
Make the hardest n*gga in your crew
Tuck in this chain
Y'all think this sh*t'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 n*ggaz'll put your f*ckin 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 f*ck 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 sl*t
It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a f*ckin 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} N*gga, 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} N*gga
{Bizarre} Detroit
{Eminem} I'm sorry
{Swifty} What?
{Eminem} F*ck it
{Bizarre} The f*ck we stayin
{Swifty} F*ck around and get popped
{Swifty} With no hesitation
{Swifty} Straight up
{Bizarre} Look where the f*ck we stay at
{Bizarre} N*gga what where the f*ck we stay at
{Bizarre} F*ck around with us
{Bizarre} You get us popped
{Bizarre} You f*ckin get us popped

*Laughin*