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One Shot 2 Shot
by Eminem



I told y'all mothaf***as I was comin' back
What now n**** what now what
You's the projects n****

[Chorus]
One shot two shot three shot 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 lickin' shots off

You b****es is gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherf***in' gun
(N**** what about your wife)
N**** f*** my wife I'm tryna run and save my motherf***in' life
Oh s*** the shoot is comin'
B****es, hoes n*****s is runnin'
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 D-J House f***ed around and go shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex
(Kuniva you aight)
These n****s is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
B****es screamin' everywhere and n*****s is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'
This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But its real and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she yellin'
(Don't leave me!)
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb b**** believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late

[Chorus]

(N**** I been tryna call you all day motherf***er where you at?)
I'm on seven mile what the f*** was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat n***** and my tire is flat
And I just hit a pole, them n*****s some hoes
(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(S*** that's the clique we beefin' wit I swear)
Man and I was on my way there
Believe me I'm leavin' a carcus today
I'm a park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my A-K ain't even tuck
I'm a meet you at the club we goin' f*** these hoes up

[Chorus]

I never seen no s*** like this is my life before
People will still camp out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshals no, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans
And some come walk from out the parkin' lot
Get into an argument over a parkin' spot
He's about to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
In St. Andrew's hall not a stray slidin' all over the place
Sprays one b**** 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 havin' a Mozeltoff
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank god I'm alive I gotta find Denaun
And where the f*** is Von he usually tucks one on him
Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
Nah I guess not, what the f*** oh my god it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' a** I think he left his wife
There she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can't pull her
God damn there just went another damn bullet I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
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 shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

[Chorus]

It's Friday night came to this b**** right
Big a** to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this b**** to party I came in this b**** to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cause I'm poppin' n****s tonight
That's right b****es 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 its clear that this f***er
Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this motherf***er
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 drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

[Chorus]
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written by Mathers, Marshall B / Carlisle, Von M / Johnson, Rufus B / Moore, Ondre C / Porter, Denaun M / Resto, Luis
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing