D12 - Pistol Pistol

By: D12
Yeah, welcome to Amityville

Detroit Nigga

The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols

Why is that?

[Chorus: Eminem]
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
Slick criminal with this shit I spit use
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you
(I'm going to sleep I got my gun)
I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
Ed to hand em the amp you they miss the shit to
(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
To many enemies on my list to sit trough
(I walk the streets I got my gun)
Body got my back in this bitch but this do
(I'm going to sleep I got my gun)
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you
(Don't go nowhere without my gun
But I don't going around without my pistol pistol

Nigga we violently active
So fuck with us
See I'm backwards
I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking
They must have been wanting to meet the lord
When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored
They was snooping trough my closet
Seeing drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch
Busing pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Trying to break your neck to conversate
Bitch, I l do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you
You and your hoe
You got's to go
Bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow fo any nigga
We'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful
And I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door waving the four four
Blazing at popo
Escaping and lay low
They call my tongue yayo
But I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickryder
The clip slider
Love to blast the mag
You a fag
You love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
y'all niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell
Empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
Make the hardest nigga in your crew
Tuck in this chain
y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffing for fame
I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains


The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
'cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Toke the gun
It's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggaz'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog he was priceless
Alone in the streets bleeding staring laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated
You never know who start creeping
Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not need it
Rather then need one and not have it
I married this glockmatic
Nowhere without my gun

[Kon Artist]
You know the sound when I'm spinning rounds
Spitting these rounds from fo pounds
While the whole crowd is screaming this loud from they mouth
Is they possibly alive
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel aerial somersault
Like fast wheels who will perish shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shooting at five-o's
So semi-auto, matic with statics to motto's
Swinging like Columbine kids from Colorado


This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehovah witnesses think before they knock (Sorry sorry)
It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls
It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walking
It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nut turn into a filthy slut
It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Coram
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina


Pistol Pistol

Nigga, you better have aim

I ain't going nowhere without my Pistol Pistol

Cause if you don't you finished

Flat out

Sorry Officer




I'm sorry


Fuck it

The fuck we staying

Fuck around and get popped

With no hesitation

Straight up

Look where the fuck we stay at

Nigga what where the fuck we stay at

Fuck around with us

You get us popped

You fucking get us popped

More lyrics from album D12 - Devil's Night [Bonus CD]

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