Текст песни Pistol Pistol - D12
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
two
Sorry
officer
I
don′t
care
how
pissed
it
get
you
But
I
don't
go
nowhere
without
my
pistol
pistol
Ain′t
going
nowhere
without
my
gun
I
walk
the
streets
I
pack
my
gun
I
go
to
sleep
I
got
my
gun
Don't
go
nowhere
without
my
gun
Nigga,
we
violently
active,
so
fuck
with
us
See
I'm
backwards,
I
slap
niggas
and
punch
bitches
Just
for
asking,
they
musta
been
wanting
to
meet
the
Lord
When
my
parents
talked
to
me,
they
got
mean
mugged
and
ignored
They
were
snooping
through
my
closet,
seen
drugs
on
the
floor
Shells
from
the
44
scattered
over
they
porch
Busting
pistols
in
your
windows
with
intentions
to
destroy
you
Tryna
break
your
neck
to
conversate?
Bitch,
I′ll
do
it
for
you
Catch
me
laughing
at
your
funeral
when
they
lower
you
You
and
your
ho,
you
gots
to
go,
bitches
died
slow
and
horrible
There′s
no
tomorrow
for
any
nigga
we'll
shower
you
We
young
strapped
and
powerful
and
I
ain′t
gotta
lie
to
you
Stepped
in
the
door,
waving
the
44
Blazing
at
po-po,
escaping
and
lay
low
They
call
my
tongue
ya-yo,
but
I
spit
fire
I
lit
five
inside
a
fucking
dick-rider
The
clip
slider,
love
to
blast
a
Mag
You
a
fag,
you
love
being
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
niggas
sound
like
Jigga
but
act
like
Pac
Yo
my
trigger
got
the
flu
and
this
gat
might
cough
It
ain′t
nothing
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
touching
the
game
Make
the
hardest
nigga
in
your
crew,
tuck
in
his
chain
Y'all
think
this
shit′s
a
game
and
I'm
bluffing
for
fame?
I′ll
squeeze
off
this
tec
until
nothing
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
two
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
waiting
for
me
when
my
vocals
are
done
Tote
the
gun,
it's
my
way
of
life
and
it
works
These
cowardly
niggas′ll
put
your
fucking
life
in
the
dirt
Cause
it
was
wrong
how
they
left
my
dog,
he
was
priceless
Alone
in
the
streets,
bleeding,
staring,
laying
lifeless
That's
why
I′m
heated,
you
never
know
who
starts
creeping
Waking
you
up
with
AK's
while
you
lie
sleeping
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.
You
know
the
sound
when
I'm
spinning
round
Spitting
these
rounds
from
four
pounds
While
the
whole
crowd
screaming
as
loud
From
they
mouths
as
they
possibly
allow?
Nothing
is
parallel
to
making
you
carousel
Aerial
somersault
like
ferris
wheels
to
a
pair
of
shells
Denaun
carry
the
nine
where
I
go
Bullets
whistle
and
hit
you
while
I'm
shooting
at
5-0
Some
semi-automatic
for
static′s
the
motto
Spitting
like
*Columbine
kids*
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
two
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
outta
her
purse
It′ll
make
Limp
Bizkit,
get
rid
of
Fred
Durst
It'll
make
Holyfield
start
fighting
It'll
make
Mase
say
fuck
church
and
go
back
to
writing
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
walking
It′ll
make
a
dog
with
no
voice,
suddenly
start
barking
It'll
make
a
nun
turn
to
a
filthy
slut
It′ll
make
the
hardest
pitbull,
turn
to
a
fucking
mutt
It'll
make
a
Muslim
dye
his
hair
blonde
It′ll
make
a
redneck
start
to
read
the
Holy
Qu'ran
(Need
Jesus!)
It'll
make
Ike
stop
beating
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
two
Sorry
officer
I
don′t
care
how
pissed
it
get
you
But
I
don't
go
nowhere
without
my
pistol
pistol
Swifty:
Hah,
nigga,
nigga
you
better
have
aim,
cause
if
you
don′t
- you're
finished
Eminem:
Sorry
officers
Swifty:
Flat
out
Bizarre:
Detroit
Eminem:
Sorry
*cops*,
fuckin′
*pigs*
Bizarre:
The
fuck
we
stay
at
Swifty:
Fuck
around
and
get
popped,
with
no
hesitation,
straight
up
Bizarre:
Look
where
the
fuck
we
stay
at,
nigga
look
where
the
fuck
we
stay
at.
Fuck
around
with
us.
You
get
us
popped.
Fucking
get
us
popped...
Ahahaha
you
get
us
popped!
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1 Devil's Night
2 Obie Trice (skit)
3 Blow My Buzz
4 Pimp Like Me
5 Pimp Like Me
6 Pimp Like Me
7 Instigator
8 That's How (skit)
9 American Psycho
10 Ain't Nuttin' but Music
11 It Ain't Nothin' But Music
12 Nasty Mind
13 Nasty Mind
14 Bizzare (Skit)
15 Pistol Pistol
16 Shit Can Happen
17 Another Public Service Announcement
18 Steve Berman
19 Steve Berman (skit)
20 Revelation
21 These Drugs
22 Girls
23 Steve Berman (skit)
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