one shot 2 shot lyrics – eminem

(feat. d12)

i told you all motherf*ckers i was coming back
what now n*gg* what now what
you’s the projects n*gg*

[chorus (eminem):]
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
parties stop, everybody hit the door someone’s licking shots off

[verse 1- bizarre]
you b*tches is gone i’m dropped in the club
and i’m tryna run and get my motherf*cking gun
(n*gg* what about your wife)
n*gg* f*ck my wife i’m tryna run and save my motherf*cking life
oh sh*t, the shooter’s comin’
b*tches, hoes n*gg*s is running
people shot all over the floor
and i’m tryna make it to the st. andrew’s door
that’s the sound of the glock
even dj house f*cked around and got shot
i done messed around and forgot my tec
i don’t see n*body but fab five and hex

[verse 2- kuniva]
(kuniva you aight)
these n*gg*s is trippin’
(where’s bizarre at?)
i’m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
b*tches screaming everywhere and n*gg*s is wildin’
two minutes ago we was all joking and smiling
this chick is clinging onto me sobbin and sighing
saying she didn’t mean to diss me earlier and she crying
but it’s real and it’s on and cats is getting killed
so i hugged her and used her body as a human shield
and she got hit now she yelling
(don’t leave me!)
i told her i’d be right back and the dumb b*tch believed me
i squeezed through the back door and made my escape
i ran and got my 38 i hope its not to late


[verse 3- swifty]
(n*gg* i’ve been tryna call you all day motherf*cker where you at?)
i’m on seven mile what the f*ck was that
d*mn somebody hit me from the back
(with they car?)
with a gat n*gg* and my tire is flat
and i just hit a pole, them n*gg*s some hoes
(is you hit?)
but i can tell you what they drove
it was a black mitsubishi
(sh*t thats the clique we beefin with i swear)
man and i was on my way there
believe me i’m leaving a carcus today
i’m gonna park my car and walk the rest of the way
i’m in the mood to strut, my ak ain’t even tuck
i’m gonna meet you at the club we’re gonna f*ck these hoes up


[verse 4- eminem]
i’ve never seen no sh*t like this in my life before
people are still camped out from the night before
sleeping outside the door waiting in line
still tryna get inside the club to see d12 perform
the fire marshalls no, the venue’s too small
people are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans
and some c*m wad from out the parking lot
get into an argument over a parking spot
he decides to pull his gun out and let’s a few of ’em off
missed who he’s aiming for six feet away’s the door
into st. andrew’s hall hall now the strays flying all over the place
sprays one b*tch 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 by the bar having a mozeltoff
bullet wizzed right by my ear d*mn near shot it off
thank god i’m alive i gotta find denaun
and where the f*ck is von he usually tucks one on him
wait a minute i think i just saw bizarre
nah i guess not, what the f*ck oh my god it was
i never saw him run so fast in my life
look at him hauling *ss i think he left his wife
there she is on the ground being trampled
i go to grab her up by the d*mn hand and i can’t pull her
god d*mn there just went another d*mn 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 and ran through it
and made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
looked up and i seen swift shooting it out
but i can’t see who he’s shooting it out with
but denaun’s right behind him squeezing his four fifth


[verse 5- kon artis]
it’s friday night came to this b*tch right
big *ss to my left and desert eagle to my right
i ain’t come in this b*tch to party i came in this b*tch to fight
although i can’t stay here to fight ’cause i’m popping n*gg*s tonight
that’s right b*tches i’m drunk with revenge
shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when i get in
swift told me to meet him here so it’s clear that this f*cker
shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this motherf*cker
so one shot for the money two’s to stop the show
third’s for the bartender there’s plenty of shots to go
(i just wanna know who’s driving a black mitsubishi)
he tried to run so proof shot him in the knee with a three piece


/ eminem lyrics