Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ D12 - Pistol pistol ------------------------------------------ [Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty] Detroit, nigga! [Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols [Swifty] Why is that? {*both laughing*} [Chorus One - 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 do Sorry officer I donīt care how pissed it get you But I donīt go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Chorus Two - overlaps Chorus One 2X] Ainīt goin nowhere without my gun I walk the streets I pack my gun I go to sleep I got my gun Canīt go nowhere without my gun [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active - so fuck with us See Iīm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for askin, they mustīve been wantin to meet the Lord When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored They were snoopin through my closet, seen drugs on the floor Shells from the forty-four scattered over they porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, Iīll do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and yoī ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible Thereīs no tomorrow foī - any nigga weīll shower you We young strapped & powerful (BITCH!) and I ainīt gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door, wavin the foī-foī Blazin at po-po, escapin and lay low They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag You a FAG, you love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya Never say that Iīm a gangsta (now THATīS gangsta) Yīall niggaz sound like Jigga but act like īPac Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ainīt nuttin to tell, empty shells for the witness Iīm the hot nigga thatīs gonī put hell outta business It wonīt be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain Yīall think this shitīs a game and Iīm bluffin for fame? Iīll squeeze off this tech until nothin remains [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [Kuniva] The only time that Iīm at peace/piece is when Iīm close to one cause I donīt know whatīs waitin for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, itīs my way of life and it works These cowardly niggazīll put yoī fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless Alone in the streets, bleedin, starin, layin lifeless Thatīs why Iīm heated, you never know who starts creepin (uh-huh) Wakin you up with AKīs while you lie sleepin Iīd rather pack the heat and not need it; rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic [sung] {*gun cocked*} Nowhere without my.. {*gunshot*} [Kon Artis] You know the sound when Iīm spinnin round spittin these rounds from foī pounds While the whole crowd screamin as loud from they mouths as they possibly allow? {*series of gunshots fire*} Nothing is parallel to making you carousel Arial sommersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while Iīm shootin at five-oh Some semi-automatic for staticīs the motto Spittin like [*Columbine kids*] from Colorado [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [Bizarre] This nineīll turn a softy to a hard rock Itīll make Jehovahīs Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) Itīll make your grandmother come out of a purse itīll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!) Itīll make Holyfield start fightin itīll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!", and go back to writin Itīll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls itīll make R. Kelly - give respect to Aaron Hall Itīll make Christopher Reeves start walkin itīll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barkin Itīll make a nun turn to a filthy slut itīll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fuckin mutt Itīll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde Itīll make the redneck start to read the Holy Quīran Itīll make Ike stop beatin Tina itīll make Slim Shady - fall back in love with Christina Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA! [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [Swifty] Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim Cause if you donīt - you 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 good as popped You fuckin good as popped.. Ahahahahaha! You good as popped, ahahahaha! {*fades out*}