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Pistol
作詞:Von Carlisle, De Shaun Holton, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Denaun Porter
Yeah, welcome to Amityville Detroit, nigga The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols Why is that?
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 do 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 fuck with us See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for askin', they must've been wantin' to meet the Lord When my parents talked to me, they got mean, mugged and ignored
They were snoopin' through my closet, seen drugs on the floor Shells from the forty-four, scattered over they porch Bustin' pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin' to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughin' at your funeral when they lower you You and yo' ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo', any nigga we'll shower you We young strapped and powerful, bitch and I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door, wavin' the fo'-fo' Blazin' at po-po, escapin' and lay low They call my tongue ya-yo but I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin' dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag You a fag, you love bein' 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
Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like 'Pac Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin' to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga, that's gon' put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touchin' the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffin' for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until nothin' remains
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 do Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
The only time that I'm at peace, is when I'm close to one 'Cause I don't know what's waitin' for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put yo' fuckin' life in the dirt
'Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless Alone in the streets, bleedin', starin', layin' lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Wakin' you up with AK's while you lie sleepin'
I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic Nowhere without my gun
You know the sound When I'm spinnin' round, spittin' these rounds from fo' pounds While the whole crowd screamin' as loud from they mouths As they possibly allow?
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel Arial sommersault like ferris, wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shootin' at five-oh Some semi-automatic for static's the motto Spittin' like from Colorado
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 do Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock, sorry, sorry It'll make your grandmother come out of a purse It'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start fightin' It'll make Ma$e say, 'Fuck church' and go back to writin' It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly, give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin' It'll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barkin' It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fuckin' mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make the redneck start to read the Holy Qu'ran It'll make Ike stop beatin' Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
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 do Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga, you better have an aim 'Cause if you don't, you finished Flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? Fuck around and get popped with no hesitation, straight up
Look at where the fuck we stay at Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at Fuck around with us, you good as popped You fuckin' good as popped You good as popped
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