One Shot 2 Shot

I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit) What now, nigga? What now? What? Brewster Projects, nigga One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun (Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga, fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life Oh, shit, the shooter's coming Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin' People, shot all over the floor And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door That's the sound of the Glock Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot I done messed around and forget my TEC I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex (Kuniva, you hurt?) These niggas is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man) I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wylin' Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin' This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin' Said she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin' But it's real, and it's on, and caps is gettin' peeled So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and She got hit and now she's yellin' (don't leave me) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off (I been tryna call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?) I'm on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that? Damn, somebody hit me from the back (With what? They car?) With a gat, nigga, and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) I don't know, but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitsubishi (shit, that's the clique we beefin' with) Man, (I swear) and I was on my way there Believe me, I'm leavin' a carcass today And I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off I never seen no shit like this in my life before People are still camped 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 know the venue's too small People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd Fans and some cumwad from out the parking lot Gets in an argument over a parking spot Decides to pull his gun and lets a few of them off Missed who he's aiming for, six feet away's the door Into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place Grazed one bitch 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 at the bar, having a Mazel Tov Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von? He usually tucks one on him Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre Nah, I guess not, what the fuck? Oh my God, it was I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife There she is, on the ground, being trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can't pull her Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet I'm hit, my vest is barely able to handle it It's too thin, if I get hit again, I can't do it I scoop Dee, follow Bizarre's path, 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 One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off Yo, it's Friday night, came to this bitch right Big ass on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my right I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight Although I can't stay here to fight 'cause I'm poppin' niggas tonight That's right bitches, 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 it's clear that the schmuck That shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show The third's for the bartender (bitch, bring me a bottle of Mo') I just wanna know who driving the black Mitsubishi? He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off --- One Shot 2 Shot - Eminem and D12