[Bizarre]Yeah, welcome to Amityville
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[Swifty]Detroit Nigga
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[Bizarre]The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols
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[Swifty]Why is that?
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*Laughing*
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
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Slick criminal with this sh*t I spit use
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(I walk the streets I got my gun)
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Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you
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(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
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I say the type of sh*t parents slit they wrist to
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(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
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ed to hand em the amp you they miss the sh*t to
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(Can't go nowhere without my gun)
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To many enemies on my list to sit trough
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(I walk the streets I got my gun)
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body got my back in this b*tch but this do
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(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)
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Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you
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(Don't go nowhere without my gun
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But I don't goin around without my pistol pistol
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[Swifty]
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Nigga we violently active
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So f*ck with us
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See I'm backwards
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I slap niggaz and punch b*tches
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Just for askin
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They must have been wanting to meet the lord
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When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored
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They was snoopin trough my closet
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Seein drugs on the floor
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Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch
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Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
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Tryin to break your neck to conversate
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b*tch, I l do it for you
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Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you
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You and your hoe
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You got's to go
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b*tches died slow and horrible
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There's no tomorrow fo any nigga
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We'll shower you
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We young strapped and powerful
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And I ain't gotta lie to you
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[Proof]
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Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo
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Blazin at popo
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escapin and lay low
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they call my tongue yayo
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But I spit fire
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I lit five inside a f*ckin d*ckryder
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The clip slider
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Love to blast the mag
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You a fag
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You love bein ass to ass
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Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya
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Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
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Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac
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Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough
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It ain't nuttin to tell
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Empty shells for the witness
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I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business
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It won't be the same since we touchin the game
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Make the hardest nigga in your crew
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Tuck in this chain
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Y'all think this sh*t's a game and I bluffin for fame
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I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains
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Chorus
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[Kuniva]
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The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
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Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done
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Toke the gun
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It's my way of life and it works
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These cowardly niggaz'll put your f*ckin life in the dirt
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Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless
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Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless
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That's why I'm heated
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You never know who start creepin
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Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin
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I'd rather pack the heat and not need it
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Rather then need one and not have it
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I married this glockmatic
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Nowhere without my gun
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[Kon Artist]
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You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds
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Spittin these rounds from fo pounds
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While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth
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Is they possibly alive
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*Shooting and screaming*
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Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault
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Like fast wheels who will perish shells
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Denaun carry the nine where I go
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Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's
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So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's
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swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado
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Chorus
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[Bizarre]
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This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
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It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry)
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It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse
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It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst
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It'll make Holyfield start fighting
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It'll make Ma$e say f*ck church and then go back to writin
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It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls
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It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall
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It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin
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It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin
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It'll make a nut turn into a filthy slut
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It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a f*ckin mutt
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It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
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It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Coram
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It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina
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It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
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Chorus
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[Eminem]Pistol Pistol
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[Swifty]Nigga, you better have aim
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[Eminem]I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol
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[Swifty]Cuz if you don't you finished
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[Swifty]Flat out
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[Eminem]Sorry Officer
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[Bizarre]Detroit
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[Swifty]Nigga
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[Bizarre]Detroit
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[Eminem]I'm sorry
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[Swifty]What?
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[Eminem]f*ck it
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[Bizarre]The f*ck we stayin
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[Swifty]f*ck around and get popped
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[Swifty]With no hesitation
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[Swifty]Straight up
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[Bizarre]Look where the f*ck we stay at
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[Bizarre]Nigga what where the f*ck we stay at
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[Bizarre]f*ck around with us
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[Bizarre]You get us popped
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[Bizarre]You f*ckin get us popped
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*Laughin*
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Pistol Pistol (Remix)
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| Obie Trice |
