D12 Lyrics

Album: Devils Night

Pistol Pistol Lyrics

[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 don't care how pissed I get you

 but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

 

 [Swifty McVay]

 Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us

 see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches

 Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord

 when my parents talk to me they've 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, I'll 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

 There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you

 young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't 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, you're a FAG

 you love being ass to ass

 Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya

 never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta

 Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac

 yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough

 It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness

 I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business

 It won't be the same since we touching the game

 make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain

 You 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 piece/peace is when I'm close to one

 cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done

 Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works

 these cowardly niggas'll 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

 That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin

 waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping

 I'd 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 I'm spinnin round

 spittin these rounds from fo' pounds

 while the whole crowd is screaming as loud

 from they're 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 I'm shooting at five-0

 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto

 spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Bizarre]

 This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock

 it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)

 It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse

 it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)

 It'll make Holyfield start fighting

 it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing

 It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls

 it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall

 It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking

 it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking

 It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut

 it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt

 It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde

 it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran

 It'll make Ike stop beating Tina

 it'll 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 don't - you're 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