Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Shot 2 Shot, artist - Eminem. Album song Encore, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
One Shot 2 Shot |
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots |
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops |
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music’s off, party stops |
Everybody hit the door, somebody’s lickin shots off |
Security’s gone, I’m trapped in the club |
And I’m tryin to run and get my motherfuckin gun |
(Nigga what about yo’wife?) Nigga fuck my wife |
I’m tryin to run and save my motherfuckin life |
Oh, shit! |
The shooter’s comin |
Bitches hollerin, niggaz runnin |
People, shot all over the floor |
And I’m tryin to make it to the St. Andrew’s door |
That’s the sound of the glock |
Even DJ Houseshoes fucked around and got shot |
I done messed around, and forget my tec |
I don’t see nobody, but Fat Five and Hex |
Kuniva you aight? |
These niggaz is trippin |
Where’s Bizarre at? |
I’m tryin to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggaz is whylin |
Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin |
This chick is clingin on to me, sobbin and sighin |
Sayin she didn’t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin |
But it’s real and it’s on and caps is gettin peeled |
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and |
She got hit and now she’s yellin |
I told her I’d be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape |
I ran and got my .38 I hope it’s not too late! |
I been tryin to call you all day motherfucker where you at? |
I’m on 7 Mile what the fuck was that? |
Damn, somebody hit me from the back! |
What with they car? |
With a gat nigga, and my tire flat |
And I just hit a pole, them niggaz some hoes |
Is you hit? |
I don’t know, but I can tell you what they drove |
It was a black Mitsubishi |
Shit, that’s the click we beefin with |
Maaaaan! |
I swear |
And I was on my way there |
Believe me, I’m leavin a carcass today |
And I’ma park my car and walk the rest of the way |
I’m in the mood to strut, my AK ain’t even tucked |
I’ma meet you at the club, we gon’fuck these hoes up! |
I never seen no shit like this in my life before |
People are still camped out from the night before |
Sleepin outside the door, waitin in line still |
tryin to get inside the club to see D-12 perform |
The fire marshalls know, the venue’s too small |
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd |
fans and some cumwad from out the parking lot |
Gets in an argument over a parking spot |
Decides to pull his gun and lets a few of them off |
Missed who he’s aimin for, six feet away is the door |
into St. Andrew’s Hall, now the strays flyin all over the place |
Grazed one bitch in the face |
Another one of 'em came through the wall |
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off |
I’m posted up at the bar, havin a mazeltov |
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off |
Thank God I’m alive, I gotta find Denaun |
And where the fuck is Von? |
He usually tucks one on him |
Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre |
Nah I guess not, what the fuck? |
Oh my God, it was! |
I never saw him run so fast in my life |
Look at him haulin ass, I think he left his wife |
There she is, on the ground, bein trampled |
I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can’t pull her |
God damn, there just went another damn bullet |
I’m hit, my vest is barely able to handle it It’s too thin, if I get hit again I can’t do it |
I scoop D, follow Bizarre’s path, ran through it and |
made it to the front door and collapsed |
on the steps looked up and I seen Swift |
Shootin it out but I can’t see who he’s shootin it out with |
But Denaun’s right behind him, squeezin his four-fifth |
Yo, it’s a Friday night, came to this bitch right |
Big ass on my left, hand Desert Eagle in my right |
I ain’t come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight |
Although I can’t stay here to fight cause I’m poppin niggaz tonight |
That’s right bitches I’m drunk with revenge |
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryin to check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here, so it’s clear that the schmuck |
that shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker |
So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show |
The third’s for the bartender (bitch bring me a bottle of Mo') |
I just wanna know who drivin the black Mitsubishi? |
He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece |