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D-12 - Pistol Pistol


Yeah, welcome to Amityville
Detroit Nigga

The reason why rappers
Gotta pack pistols

Why is that?

(Can't go nowhere
Without my gun)
Slick criminal with
This sh*t I spit use
(I walk the streets
I got my gun)
Like a bullet came back that
Just missed then hit you
(I'm goin' to sleep
I got my gun)
I say the type of sh*t
Parents slit they wrist to
(Can't go nowhere
Without my gun)
Ed to hand em the amp you
They miss the sh*t to
(Can't go nowhere
Without my gun)
Too many enemies on
My list to sit trough
(I walk the streets
I got my gun)
Body got my back in this
B**** but this dood
(I'm goin' 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 goin' around
Without my pistol pistol

Nigga we violently active
So f*** with us
See I'm backwards
I slap niggaz and punch b****es
Just for askin'
They must have been wanting
To meet the lord
When my parents talked to me
They got mean mugged and ignored
They was snoopin' through my closet
Seein' drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty four
Scattered over they porch
Bussin' pistols in your windows
With intentions to destroy you
Tryin' to break your neck to conversate
B****, I do it for you
Catch me laughin' at your funeral
When they lower you
You and your h*e
You got's to go
B****es 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
Wavin' the fo fo
Blazin' at popo
Escapin' and lay low
They call my tongue yayo
But I spit fire
I lit five inside a f***in' d*ckryder
The clip slider
Love to blast the mag
You a fag
You love bein' as* to as*
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 niggaz sound like Jigga
But act like Pac
Yo my trigga 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 gonna
Put hell out of business
It won't be the same since
We touchin' the game
Make the hardest
Nigga in your crew
Tuck in this chain
Y'all think this sh*t's a game
And I bluffin' for fame
I squeeze of this tech
Until nothing remains

Repeat chorus

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
Toke the gun
It's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggaz'll put
Your f***in' life in the dirt
'Cause it was wrong how they
Left my dawg he was priceless
Alone in the streets
Bleedin' starin' layin' lifeless
That's why I'm heated
You never know who start creepin'
Wakin' you up with AK's
While you lie sleepin'
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 spinnin' rounds
Spittin' these rounds from fo pounds
While the whole
Crowd is screamin' this loud
From they mouth
Is they possibly alive
Nothing is parrallel to makin'
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 shootin' at five-o's
So semi-automatic with
Statics to motto's
Spittin' like

Repeat chorus

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 f*** church
And then go back to writin'
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 walkin'
It'll make a dog with no voice
Suddenly start barkin'
It'll make a nut turn into a filthy sl*t
It'll make the hardest pitbull
Turn into a f***in' 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 beatin' Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall
Back in love with Christina

Repeat chorus

Pistol pistol

Nigga, you better have aim

I ain't goin' nowhere
Without my pistol pistol

'Cause if you don't
You finished
Flat out




I'm sorry


F*** it

The f*** we stayin'

F*** around and get popped
With no hesitation
Straight up

Look where the
F*** we stay at
Nigga what where
The f*** we stay at
F*** around with us
You get us popped
You f***in' get us popped


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