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    Pistol Pistol

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    [Bizarre]Yeah, welcome to Amityville
    [Swifty]Detroit Nigga
    [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 shit I spit chews
    (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 shit parents slit they wrist to
    (Can't go nowhere without my gun)
    need an anthem to amp you then this the shit to
    (Can't go nowhere without my gun)
    To many enemies on my list to sift through
    (I walk the streets I got my gun)
    Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool
    (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 go nowhere without my pistol pistol
    [Swifty]
    Nigga we violently active
    So fuck with us
    See I'm backwards
    I slap niggaz and punch bitches
    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
    Bitch, 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
    Bitches died slow and horrible
    There's no tomorrow fo any nigga
    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 fuckin dickrider
    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 ([Swifty]: Now that's gangsta)
    Y'all niggaz 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 nigga that's gonna put hell out of business
    It won't be the same since we touchin the game
    Make the hardest nigga in your crew
    Tuck in this chain
    Y'all think this shit'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 niggaz'll put your fuckin 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
    swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado
    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 fuck 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 nun turn into a filthy slut
    It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin 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 beatin Tina
    It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
    Chorus
    [Eminem]Pistol Pistol
    [Swifty]Nigga, 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]Nigga
    [Bizarre]Detroit
    [Eminem]I'm sorry
    [Swifty]What?
    [Eminem]Fuck it
    [Bizarre]The fuck we stayin
    [Swifty]Fuck around and get popped
    [Swifty]With no hesitation
    [Swifty]Straight up
    [Bizarre]Look where the fuck we stay at
    [Bizarre]Nigga what where the fuck we stay at
    [Bizarre]Fuck around with us
    [Bizarre]You get us popped
    [Bizarre]You fuckin get us popped
    *Laughin*
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