One Shot 2 Shot歌词
作词 : Denaun Porter/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Von Carlisle/Ondre Moore/Rufus Johnson
作曲 : Denaun Porter/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Von Carlisle/Ondre Moore/Rufus Johnson
*Gunshots and crowd hollering*
I told y'all motherfvxkers I was comin' back (Oh sh1t)
What now, n1gga? What now? What? Brewster Projects, n1gga
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryin' to run and get my motherfvxkin' gun
(N1gga, what about yo' wife?) N1gga, fvxk my wife
I'm tryin' to run and save my motherfvxkin' life
Oh, sh1t! The shooter's comin'
B1tches hollerin', n1ggas runnin'
People, shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' to make it to the Saint Andrew's door
(Hey, man) That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fvxked around and got shot
I done messed around, and forgot my TEC
I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex
(Kuniva, you alright?) These n1ggas is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man)
I'm tryin' to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
B1tches screamin' everywhere and n1ggas is wylin'
Two minutes ago, we was all jokin' and smilin'
This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier, and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and caps is gettin' peeled
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and
She got hit, and now she's yellin' (Don't leave me!)
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb b1tch believed me!
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late!
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(I been tryin' to call you all day, motherfvxker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile... What the fvxk was that?
Daxn, somebody hit me from the back!
(What with? They car?) With a gat, n1gga, and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them n1ggas some hoes
(Is you hit?) I don't know, but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi (Sh1t, that's the clique we beefin' with!)
Man! (I swear!), and I was on my way there
Believe me, I'm leavin' a carcass today
And I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fvxk these hoes up!
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no sh1t like this in my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door, waitin' in line still
Tryin' to get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshals know the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three-thousand and some odd
Fans and some cum-wad from out the parking lot
Gets in an argument over a parking spot
Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of them off
Missed who he's aimin' for, six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Grazed one b1tch in the face
Another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up at the bar, havin' a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, daxn, near, shot it off
Thank God, I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fvxk is Von? He usually tucks one on him
Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre
Nah, I guess not, what the fvxk? Oh my God, it was!
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' axs, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the daxn hand, but I can't pull her
Goddaxn, there just went another daxn bullet
I'm hit, my vest is barely able to handle it
It's too thin, if I get hit again, I can't do it
I scoop Dee, follow Bizarre's path, ran through it and
Made it to the front door and collapsed
On the steps, looked up, and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him, squeezin' his four-fifth
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door (Yo), somebody's lickin' shots off
It's Friday night, came to this b1tch right
Big axs on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my right
I ain't come in this b1tch to party, I came in this b1tch to fight
Although, I can't stay here to fight, 'cause I'm poppin' n1ggas tonight
That's right, b1tches, I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryin' to check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here, so it's clear that the schmuck
That shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfvxker
So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show
The third's for the bartender (B1tch, bring me a bottle of Mo')
I just wanna know who drivin' the black Mitsubishi?
He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
作曲 : Denaun Porter/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Von Carlisle/Ondre Moore/Rufus Johnson
*Gunshots and crowd hollering*
I told y'all motherfvxkers I was comin' back (Oh sh1t)
What now, n1gga? What now? What? Brewster Projects, n1gga
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryin' to run and get my motherfvxkin' gun
(N1gga, what about yo' wife?) N1gga, fvxk my wife
I'm tryin' to run and save my motherfvxkin' life
Oh, sh1t! The shooter's comin'
B1tches hollerin', n1ggas runnin'
People, shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' to make it to the Saint Andrew's door
(Hey, man) That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fvxked around and got shot
I done messed around, and forgot my TEC
I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex
(Kuniva, you alright?) These n1ggas is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man)
I'm tryin' to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
B1tches screamin' everywhere and n1ggas is wylin'
Two minutes ago, we was all jokin' and smilin'
This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier, and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and caps is gettin' peeled
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and
She got hit, and now she's yellin' (Don't leave me!)
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb b1tch believed me!
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late!
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(I been tryin' to call you all day, motherfvxker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile... What the fvxk was that?
Daxn, somebody hit me from the back!
(What with? They car?) With a gat, n1gga, and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them n1ggas some hoes
(Is you hit?) I don't know, but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi (Sh1t, that's the clique we beefin' with!)
Man! (I swear!), and I was on my way there
Believe me, I'm leavin' a carcass today
And I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fvxk these hoes up!
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no sh1t like this in my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door, waitin' in line still
Tryin' to get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshals know the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three-thousand and some odd
Fans and some cum-wad from out the parking lot
Gets in an argument over a parking spot
Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of them off
Missed who he's aimin' for, six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Grazed one b1tch in the face
Another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up at the bar, havin' a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, daxn, near, shot it off
Thank God, I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fvxk is Von? He usually tucks one on him
Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre
Nah, I guess not, what the fvxk? Oh my God, it was!
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' axs, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the daxn hand, but I can't pull her
Goddaxn, there just went another daxn bullet
I'm hit, my vest is barely able to handle it
It's too thin, if I get hit again, I can't do it
I scoop Dee, follow Bizarre's path, ran through it and
Made it to the front door and collapsed
On the steps, looked up, and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him, squeezin' his four-fifth
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door (Yo), somebody's lickin' shots off
It's Friday night, came to this b1tch right
Big axs on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my right
I ain't come in this b1tch to party, I came in this b1tch to fight
Although, I can't stay here to fight, 'cause I'm poppin' n1ggas tonight
That's right, b1tches, I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryin' to check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here, so it's clear that the schmuck
That shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfvxker
So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show
The third's for the bartender (B1tch, bring me a bottle of Mo')
I just wanna know who drivin' the black Mitsubishi?
He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
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