[Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville
[Swifty] Detroit, nigga!
[Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols
[Swifty] Why is that? {*both laughing*}
[Chorus One - 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 do
Sorry officer I donīt care how pissed it get you
But I donīt go nowhere without my pistol pistol
[Chorus Two - overlaps Chorus One 2X]
Ainīt goin nowhere without my gun
I walk the streets I pack my gun
I go to sleep I got my gun
Canīt go nowhere without my gun
[Swifty McVay]
Nigga, we violently active - so fuck with us
See Iīm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for askin, they mustīve been wantin to meet the Lord
When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored
They were snoopin through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty-four scattered over they porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Tryin to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, Iīll do it for you
Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you
You and yoī ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
Thereīs no tomorrow foī - any nigga weīll shower you
We young strapped & powerful (BITCH!) and I ainīt gotta lie to you
[Proof]
Stepped in the door, wavin the foī-foī
Blazin at po-po, escapin and lay low
They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag
You a FAG, you love bein ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that Iīm a gangsta (now THATīS gangsta)
Yīall niggaz sound like Jigga but act like īPac
Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ainīt nuttin to tell, empty shells for the witness
Iīm the hot nigga thatīs gonī put hell outta business
It wonīt be the same since we touchin the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain
Yīall think this shitīs a game and Iīm bluffin for fame?
Iīll squeeze off this tech until nothin remains
[Chorus One] [Chorus Two]
[Kuniva]
The only time that Iīm at peace/piece is when Iīm close to one
cause I donīt know whatīs waitin for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, itīs my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggazīll put yoī fuckin life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleedin, starin, layin lifeless
Thatīs why Iīm heated, you never know who starts creepin (uh-huh)
Wakin you up with AKīs while you lie sleepin
Iīd rather pack the heat and not need it;
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
[sung] {*gun cocked*} Nowhere without my.. {*gunshot*}
[Kon Artis]
You know the sound
when Iīm spinnin round spittin these rounds from foī pounds
While the whole crowd screamin as loud from they mouths
as they possibly allow? {*series of gunshots fire*}
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
Arial sommersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you while Iīm shootin at five-oh
Some semi-automatic for staticīs the motto
Spittin like [*Columbine kids*] from Colorado
[Chorus One] [Chorus Two]
[Bizarre]
This nineīll turn a softy to a hard rock
Itīll make Jehovahīs Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
Itīll make your grandmother come out of a purse
itīll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
Itīll make Holyfield start fightin
itīll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!", and go back to writin
Itīll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
itīll make R. Kelly - give respect to Aaron Hall
Itīll make Christopher Reeves start walkin
itīll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barkin
Itīll make a nun turn to a filthy slut
itīll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fuckin mutt
Itīll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
Itīll make the redneck start to read the Holy Quīran
Itīll make Ike stop beatin Tina
itīll make Slim Shady - fall back in love with Christina
Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA!
[Chorus One] [Chorus Two]
[Swifty]
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
Cause if you donīt - you FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped.. with NO hesitation, straight up
[Bizarre]
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us.. you good as popped
You fuckin good as popped..
Ahahahahaha! You good as popped, ahahahaha! {*fades out*}
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