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[Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville[Swifty] Detroit, nigga![Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols[Swifty] Why is that? {*both laughing*}[Chorus One - Eminem]Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chewslike a bullet came back that just missed and hit youI say the type of shit parents slit their wrists toNeed an anthem to amp you, then this the shit toToo many enemies on my list to sift throughNobody got my back in this bitch but this doSorry officer I don`t care how pissed it get youBut I don`t go nowhere without my pistol pistol[Chorus Two - overlaps Chorus One 2X]Ain`t goin nowhere without my gunI walk the streets I pack my gunI go to sleep I got my gunCan`t go nowhere without my gun[Swifty McVay]Nigga, we violently active - so fuck with usSee I`m backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitchesJust for askin, they must`ve been wantin to meet the LordWhen my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignoredThey were snoopin through my closet, seen drugs on the floorShells from the forty-four scattered over they porchBustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy youTryin to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I`ll do it for youCatch me laughin at your funeral when they lower youYou and yo` ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horribleThere`s no tomorrow fo` - any nigga we`ll shower youWe young strapped & powerful (BITCH!) and I ain`t gotta lie to you[Proof]Stepped in the door, wavin the fo`-fo`Blazin at po-po, escapin and lay lowThey call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fireI lit five inside a fuckin dickriderThe clip slider, love to blast a MagYou a FAG, you love bein ass to assGrab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank yaNever say that I`m a gangsta (now THAT`S gangsta)Y`all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like `PacYo my trigger got the flu and this gat might coughIt ain`t nuttin to tell, empty shells for the witnessI`m the hot nigga that`s gon` put hell outta businessIt won`t be the same since we touchin the gameMake the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chainY`all think this shit`s a game and I`m bluffin for fame?I`ll squeeze off this tech until nothin remains[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two][Kuniva]The only time that I`m at peace/piece is when I`m close to onecause I don`t know what`s waitin for me when my vocals are doneTote the gun, it`s my way of life and it worksThese cowardly niggaz`ll put yo` fuckin life in the dirtCause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was pricelessAlone in the streets, bleedin, starin, layin lifelessThat`s why I`m heated, you never know who starts creepin (uh-huh)Wakin you up with AK`s while you lie sleepinI`d rather pack the heat and not need it;rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic[sung] {*gun cocked*} Nowhere without my.. {*gunshot*}[Kon Artis]You know the soundwhen I`m spinnin round spittin these rounds from fo` poundsWhile the whole crowd screamin as loud from they mouthsas they possibly allow? {*series of gunshots fire*}Nothing is parallel to making you carouselArial sommersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shellsDenaun carry the nine where I goBullets whistle and hit you while I`m shootin at five-ohSome semi-automatic for static`s the mottoSpittin like [*Columbine kids*] from Colorado[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two][Bizarre]This nine`ll turn a softy to a hard rockIt`ll make Jehovah`s Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)It`ll make your grandmother come out of a purseit`ll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)It`ll make Holyfield start fightinit`ll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!", and go back to writinIt`ll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smallsit`ll make R. Kelly - give respect to Aaron HallIt`ll make Christopher Reeves start walkinit`ll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barkinIt`ll make a nun turn to a filthy slutit`ll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fuckin muttIt`ll make a Muslim dye his hair blondeIt`ll make the redneck start to read the Holy Qu`ranIt`ll make Ike stop beatin Tinait`ll make Slim Shady - fall back in love with ChristinaChristina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA![Chorus One] + [Chorus Two][Swifty]Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aimCause if you don`t - you FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, niggaWhat? Fuck around and get popped.. with NO hesitation, straight up[Bizarre]Look at where the fuck we stay at!Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!Fuck around with us.. you good as poppedYou fuckin good as popped..Ahahahahaha! You good as popped, ahahahaha! {*fades out*}

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