Pistol Pistol Lyrics by D12

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[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 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 two
Sorry officer, I dont care how pissed I get you
But I dont go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[swifty mcvay]
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
See Im backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they mustve been wanting to meet the lord
When my parents talk to me theyve got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Trying to break your neck to conversate? bitch, Ill do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
You gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
Theres no tomorrow for any nigga, well shower you
Young, black, and powerful, (bitch!) and I aint gotta lie to you

[proof]
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my (? ), but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a mag, youre a fag
You love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that Im a gangsta, now thats gangsta
Yall niggas sound like jigga but act like pac
Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It aint nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
Im the hot nigga thats gonna put hell outta business
It wont be the same since we touching the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shits a game and were bluffing for fame?
Ill squeeze off this tech until nothing remains

[chorus]

[kuniva]
The only time that Im at piece/peace is when Im close to one
Cause I dont know whats waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, its my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggasll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
Thats why Im heated, you never know who starts creepin
Waking you up with aks while you lie sleeping
Id rather pack the heat and not need
Rather than need one and not have it, I married this glock-matic

[gunshot]

[kon artis]
You know the sound when Im spinnin round
Spittin these rounds from fo pounds
While the whole crowd is screaming as loud
From theyre mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
Arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you while Im shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for statics the motto
Spitting like [columbine kids] from colorado

[chorus]

[bizarre]
This ninell turn a softy to a hard rock
Itll make jehovas witnesses think before they knock (sorry, sorry!)
Itll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
Itll make limp bizkit get rid of fred durst (ha ha!)
Itll make holyfield start fighting
Itll make ma$e say fuck church! and go back to writing
Itll make shyne say he sound like biggie smalls
Itll make r. kelly give respect to aaron hall
Itll make christopher reeve start walking
Itll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
Itll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
Itll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
Itll make a muslim dye his hair blonde
Itll make a redneck start to read the holy koran
Itll make ike stop beating tina
Itll make slim shady fall back in love with christina
Christina aguilera... ha ha ha ha!

[eminem-chorus]

[swifty]
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! you better have an aim
Cause if you dont - youre finished - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? 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 get popped

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