Hit Me With Your Best Shot – D12 – letras

Come on hit me with my best ..Come on hit me with my best ..Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot,Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot,Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot.Verse 1 [bizarre]:Proof died, what happened? marshall stopped rappin’I guess that makes me the captain,Hit the matress, pistol packin’Sick assassin, bitch to gassin’, get to mashin’D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin’Our clique relaxin’ in the hills of aspen, poppin’ pills and aspirinAnd I’m the machine that brought marshall back to lifeTold him that my rhymes just have to be tightSo I figured that I would grab the micLike a nig*a ’bout to rhyme right after christSometimes we get mad and fight, right back to the lab tonightGrab an oath in the afterlife, that’s only rightLiving like a rock star is the only lifeAnd we are, 6 grown men, who are old friendsMy nig*a bugz, deshaun holtonAll the way down, I’ma hold them, d-12 nig*a, ’till the world endChorus:Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Come on hit me with my best,Coke on hit me with my bestCome on hit me with my bestVerse 2 [swifty]:A lotta nig*as try to underestimate me’till I come back with vengeance and slice their tracheaY’all been placed on a contract for hatin’I’ma waste ’em, one by one, for taintin’Ability to kill a facility, I’m a sinner of satanFast as a child rapist facin’Life or trifle, henny has made me in waitin’They gon’ lock me up under the basementI’m a one man army, marine and navyYou done made me angryI’m crazy, insane, and maybeI bite the face off your babyFor anyone who try to diss proof or hailieI’ma break their haloPut ’em on the reaper’s payroll, erase them and hang their soulIt ain’t no hoes here, mcvay s got a scrollWith names on it, dipped in blood, man I’m coldChorus:Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Come on hit me with my best,Coke on hit me with my bestCome on hit me with my bestVerse 3 [kuniva]:I know you thought we were done, we rose upGot a gun to make your whole inside fold upAnd hit us with the best shot and we’re still standin’So tell the world it can lick our scrotumStraight soldiers, who wanna stuntWho wanna be the fall guy, who want the puntWho wanna get fucked for lookin’ at me sidewaysEvery time I roll up I’ma keep it bluntWhere did y’all run when we almost lost marshallY’all did it big like costcoAnd we back in this bitch like a tamponStill fuck dirty, em’s clean like a bar o’ soapAnd you were so slick, on some baffoon shitMy hand’s on a sweeper, your was on a broomstickStop lookin’ all stupid, I’m rude and abusiveAnd strapped, don’t make me use itChorus:Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Come on hit me with my best,Coke on hit me with my bestCome on hit me with my bestVerse 4 [eminem]:Aight, here’s where I come in at…I came in this game with, bad intentions,And I ain’t budged, not even an inch since thenI’m stubborn, evil, and insensitiveI’m like nothing you ever seen, pencil inHand, it’s like I’m holding the insulin,So you might wanna button it like benjaminI ain’t frightened of nothing, I injure menStep right in this mark with my henchmen andWalk, straight to the stage,I ain’t here to cause trouble, get the fuck out my faceFall back, little cocksucker, I ain’t a&wDon’t get your cold mugs in my wayGet ’em? shattered, fuckin’ aBeen this way since b.c., what can I say?I’m stuck in my ways like double stick tapeDon’t get turned to a vegetable dick faceYou ain’t superman, stay in your lane, loisD-12 spittin’ flames like flamethrowersSpit ’til we get sprained jaws with metaphorsThat cut with the same force as chainsawsHope you’re coming with your a game,’cause things have changed in this game,Isn’t the same game, boysThe stakes have been raised, better make lemonadeWhen they give you lemons, if they want us, let ’em aim for usChorus:Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.Come on hit me with my best,Coke on hit me with my bestCome on hit me with my best