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
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