Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get My Gun, artist - D12. Album song D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Get My Gun |
Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? |
Kon Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man? |
Eminem: I got something for his ass |
Kon Calm Down |
Eminem: No YOU Calm Down! |
Kon Man. |
what’s your problem? |
Eminem: Fuck that! |
The motherfucker want’s to pop shit to me?! |
Kon Man, he wasn’t poppin’shit |
Eminem: You heard him he was poppin’them shit |
Kon What shit? |
Eminem: That shit! |
You heard him! |
Kon He asked for your autograph! |
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get |
My shit be shooting threw bricks |
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga |
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta |
I’ll be severin’heads, I’m in everyones nightmare |
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds |
And the niggaz that’ll fuck with you |
Stab and brass knuckle you |
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you’re motherfucking tough talk, you’re soft |
Get you’re balls blew off, from a sawdof, Fa’raw dawg? |
Crazier then all yall, what you like the navy when I’m angry |
You’ll never catch me hanging in a lops car |
All I have is thought of, breathing evil |
Desert Eagle’s will eat threw people |
When I see you I’ma heat you’re beef slow |
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and |
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN! |
This motherfucker’s poppin’that shit |
Nah fuck that i’ll be right back |
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN! |
Nah motherfucker fuck you |
You ain’t disrespecting me like that |
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN! |
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip |
Bitch how you like that? |
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN! |
Bet you ain’t know that I’m strapped |
Nice one, bitch this is my gat |
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN! |
I bring it to niggaz looking as if they want trouble |
I send they body flippin’around like a stunt double |
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin' |
I’ll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin' |
Squat under trucks and screaming that niggaz bluffin' |
I cuff my nuts while cussing don’t trust him |
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico |
My nigga Big I and Mal’lettin’the heat blow |
Heat sleep hoes got in you’re neepo |
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq’s free-throws |
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try |
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders |
You can fold or blow ya’brick house into some tiny boulders |
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor |
I’m doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch |
My car is right across the street bitch and. |
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) |
My whole outfit count clips |
Get you’re house lit the fuck up You’re spouse shit, and you’re mouse clip |
Betta’watch miscountliss, slugs imma send |
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you’re skin |
I’m in love with the sin, tell Bugz I’ma see him |
When I cock back might put the door on you’re friends |
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin |
Ain’t going no were like the drugs outta Kim |
I’m a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb |
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you’re lights out |
With a street cleaner, whipe you’re life out |
Bullets know at you’re ears, like a Tyson fight bout |
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips…(I'M GONNA GET MY…) |
Fuck that run bitch! |
Hit the streets talks, chumps don’t know me Ain’t no probably be home lonely |
(Chorus fades to background music) |
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit! |
… Fucking… I don’t told this motherfucker |
Wassup bitch?! |
Autograph this… oh shit |
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) |
I’m trying to pull the trigger but its stuck… FUCK! |
My shit is all jammed up… UGH! |
C’mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing |
mother-fucking piece of shit shoot… AH! |
Yeah!, wattup bitch?! |
say that shit again! |
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin |
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend |
Payback homie, don’t play that shit is spin |
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone |
Or…(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN) |
And it’s a shame I’m to drunk to even aim |
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg |
Its like. |
Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow |
Everybody busting rounds like they Ra', Ra', Ra' |
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now? |
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man) |
Fuck that I got a bone to pick |
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit |
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn’t we? |
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously |
I guess not, you wanna’resort to the heater |
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina |
Step in between us and get shot |
?But get seperated with the squeaza? |
You ain’t ready for war, Runyan ain’t nothing to play with! |
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti |
Its been one hour and bitch my photo’s ain’t ready |
Picture’s of my dog and my family reunion |
It’s been two hours and my fucking days ruined |
Hey Kate do you wanna get raped? |
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 |
That’s why I don’t be fucking battle rapping |
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots) |
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed |
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn’t let him |
I’m ready to blow this bitches brains out |
I’m nervous, I farted, some shit came out |
Times up, shot her with a gun |
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run |
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. |
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked |