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    歌名Pistol Pistol 歌手名 D-12

    作曲 Von Carlisle、DeShaun Dupree Holton、Rufus Johnson、Marshall Mathers、Ondre Moore、Denaun Porter


    作曲:Von Carlisle、DeShaun Dupree Holton、Rufus Johnson、Marshall Mathers、Ondre Moore、Denaun Porter Yeah, welcome to amityville Detroit, nigga! The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! ha ha ha ha! 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 two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed It get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol Nigga, we violently active, so f**k with us See I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the lord When my parents talk to me they've got mean muged and ignore They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor Shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Trying to break your neck to conversate? bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho You gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you Young, black, and powerful, (bitch!) and I ain't gotta lie to you Stepped in the door waving the four-four Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low They call my tongue yayo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a f**king dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a mag, you're a fag You love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta, now that's gangsta Yall niggas sound like jigga but act like pac Yo, my trigger 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 outta business It won't be the same since we touching the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until nothing remains The only time that I'm at piece/peace is when I'm close to one Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggas'll put your f**king 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 starts creepin Waking you up with aks while you lie sleeping I'd rather pack the heat and not need Rather than need one and not have it, I married this glock-matic You know the sound when I'm spinnin round Spittin these rounds from fo' pounds While the whole crowd is screaming as loud From they're mouths as they possibly allow Nothing is parallel to making you carousel Arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto Spitting like from colorado This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make jehova's witnesses think before they knock (sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse It'll make limp bizkit get rid of fred durst (ha ha!) It'll make holyfield start fighting It'll make ma$e say "f**k church!" and go back to writing It'll make shyne say he sound like biggie smalls It'll make r. kelly give respect to aaron hall It'll make christopher reeve start walking It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a f**king mutt It'll make a muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the holy koran It'll make ike stop beating tina It'll make slim shady fall back in love with christina Christina aguilera... ha ha ha ha! Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! you better have an aim Cause if you don't - you're finished - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? f**k around and get popped with no hesitation, straight up Look at where the f**k we stay at! Nigga, look where the f**k we stay at! F**k around with us, you get popped


    專輯名 Devils Night
    歌手名 D-12
    發行日 2001-01-01