One Shot 2 Shot – D12 – letras

I told y’all mothafuckas I was comin’ backWhat now nigga? What now whatWhat! You’s the projects niggaCHORUS [Eminem]One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stopsBodies drop hit the floor music’s offParty stops, everybody hit the door someone’s lickin’ shots off[Bizarre]You bitches is gone, I’m dropped in the clubAnd I’m tryna run and get my mothafuckin’ gun(Nigga what about your wife?)Nigga fuck my wife, I’m tryna run and save my mothafuckin’ lifeOh shit, the shoot is comin’Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin’People shot all over the floorAnd I’m tryna make it to the ??? door {*Gunshot*}That’s the sound of the glockEven DJ ??? fucked around and got shotI done messed around and forgot my tecI don’t see nobody, but Fab Five and Hex (Kuniva you aight?)[Kuniva]These niggas is trippin’ (Where’s Bizarre at?)I’m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is atBitches screamin’ everywhere and niggas is wilin’Two minutes ago we was all jokin’ and smilin’This chick is clingin’ onto me sobbin’ and sighin’Sayin’ she didn’t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin’But it’s real and cats is gettin’ killedSo I hugged her and used her body as a human shieldAnd she got hit now she yellin’ (« Don’t leave me! »)I told her I’d be right back and the dumb bitch believed meI squeezed through the back door and made my escapeI ran and got my 38 I hope it’s not to lateChorus[Swifty](I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?)I’m on seven mile, what the fuck was that?Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?)With a gat nigga and my tire flattenedI just hit a pole, them niggas some ho’s (Is you hit?)I don’t know but I can tell you what they droveIt was a black Mitsubishi(Shit that’s the clique we beefin’ wit’ I swear)Maaan, and I was on my way thereBelieve me I’m leavin’ a carcass todayAnd I’ma park my car and walk the rest of the wayI’m in the mood to strut, my AK ain’t even tuckI’ma meet you at the club, we gon’ fuck these hoes upChorus[Eminem]I never seen no shit like this is my life beforePeople will still camp out from the night beforeSleepin’ outside the door waitin’ in linestill tryna get inside the club to see D-12 performThe fire Marshals know, the venue’s too smallPeople are wall-to-wall three thousand and some odd fansand some come walk from out the parkin’ lotGet into an argument over a parkin’ spotThis guy’s about to pull his gun out and let’s a few of ’em offMissed who he’s aimin’ for six feet away’s the door in a St. Andrew’s hallNot a stray slidin’ all over the placeSprays one bitch in the face another one of ’em came through the wallBefore anyone could even hear the first shot go offI’m posted up by the bar havin’ a MozeltoffBullet whizzed right by my ear damn near shot it offThank God I’m alive I gotta find DenaunAnd where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on himWait a minute I think I just saw BizarreNah I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it wasI never saw him run so fast in my lifeLook at him haulin’ ass, I think he left his wifeThere she is on the ground bein’ trampledI go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can’t pull herGod damn there just went another damn bullet I’m hitMy vest is barely able to handle it, it’s to thinIf I get hit again I can’t do it, I scoop deepFollow Bizarre’s path and ran through itAnd made it to the front door and collapsed on the stepsLooked up and I seen Swift, shootin’ it outBut I can’t see who he’s shootin’ it out withBut Denaun’s right behind him squeezin’ his four fifthChorus[Kon Artis]It’s Friday night came to this bitch rightBig ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my rightI ain’t come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fightAlthough I can’t stay here to fight ’cause I’m poppin’ niggas tonightThat’s right bitches I’m drunk with revengeShot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get inSwift told me to meet him hereSo it’s clear that this fucka shot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothafuckaSo one shot for the money, two’s to stop the showThird’s for the bartender, there’s plenty of shots to go(I just wanna know who’s drivin’ a black Mitsubishi)He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit’ a three pieceChorus