Pistol Pistol

[Intro: Bizarre and Swifty]

Yeah, welcome to Amityville (Detroit, nigga!)

The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols (Why is that?)

[Hook: 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 tool

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Background]

Ain't going nowhere without my gun

I walk the streets I pack my gun

I go to sleep I got my gun

Don't go nowhere without my gun

[Verse 1: Swifty]

Nigga, we violently active, so **** with us

See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches

Just for asking, they musta been wanting to meet the Lord

When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored

They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor

Shells from the .44 scattered over they porch

Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you

Tryna 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

We young strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you

[Verse 2: Proof]

Stepped in the door, waving the fo'-fo'

Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low

They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire

I lit five inside a ****ing dick-rider

The clip slider, love to blast a Mag

You 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)

Y'all 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 gon' 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

Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?

I'll squeeze off this TEC until nothing remains

[Hook: 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 tool

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Verse 3: Kuniva]

The only time that I'm at 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 ****ing 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 creeping

Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping

I'd rather pack the heat and not need it

Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

[Eminem]

Nowhere without my..

[Verse 4: Kon Artis]

You know the sound when I'm spinning round

Spitting these rounds from four pounds

While the whole crowd screaming as loud

From they mouths as they possibly allow?

Nothing is parallel to making you carousel

Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells

Denaun carry the nine where I go

Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0

Some semi-automatic for static's the motto

Spitting like *Columbine kids* from Colorado

[Hook: 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 tool

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Verse 5: Bizarre]

This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock

It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock

(Sorry, sorry!)

It'll make your grandmother come outta her purse

It'll make Limp Bizkit, give in to Fred Durst (Ha ha)

It'll make Holyfield start fighting

It'll make Ma$e say **** 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 Reeves start walking

It'll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking

It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut

It'll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a ****ing mutt

It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde

It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!)

It'll make Ike stop beating Tina

It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

[Hook: 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 tool

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Outro]

Swifty: Hah, nigga, nigga you better have aim, 'cause if you don't - you're finished

Eminem: Sorry occifers

Swifty: Flat out

Bizarre: Detroit

Eminem: Sorry *cops*, ****in' *pigs*

Bizarre: The **** we stay at

Swifty: **** around and get popped, with no hesitation, straight up

Bizarre: Look where the **** we stay at, nigga look where the **** we stay at.

**** around with us..

You get us popped..

****ing get us popped...

Ahahaha you get us popped!