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