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d12 - one shot 2 shot كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i told ya’ll mothaf-ckas i was comin back
what now —– what now what
you’s the projects —–

[chorus- eminem]
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
parties stop, everybody hit the door somebody’s lickin shots off

[verse 1- bizarre]
you b-tches is gone i’m dropped in the club
and i’m tryna run and get my mothaf-ckin gun
(—– what about your wife)
—– f-ck my wife i’m tryna run and save my mothaf-ckin life
oh sh-t the shoot is comin
b-tches, hoes —–s is runnin
people shot all over the floor
and i’m tryna make it to the st.andrews door
that’s the sound of the glock
even dj house f-cked around and got shot
i done messed around and forgot my tec
i don’t see no body but fab five and hex

[verse 2- kuniva]
(kuniva you aight)
these —–s is trippin
(where’s bizarre at?)
i’m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
b-tches screamin everywhere and —–s is wilin
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 it’s 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-tch believed me
i squeezed through the back door and made my escape
i ran and got my 38 i hope it’s not to late

[verse 3- swifty]
(—– i been tryna call you all day mothaf-cka where you at?)
i’m on seven mile what the f-ck was that
d-mn somebody hit me from the back
(with they car?)
with a gat —– and my tire is flat
and i just hit a pole, them —–s some hoes
(is you hit?)
iono but i can tell you what they drove
it was a black mitzubeashe wit
(sh-t 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’ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
i’m in the mood to strut, my ak ain’t even tuck
i’ma meet you at the club we gon’ f-ck these hoes up

[verse 4- eminem]
i never seen no sh-t 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 marshalls no, the van houston’s 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-tch 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 d-mn near shot it off
thank god i’m alive i gotta find denaun
and where the f-ck is von he usually tucks one on him
wait a minute i think i just saw bizarre
nah i guess not, what the f-ck oh my god it was
i never saw him run so fast in my life
look at him haulin -ss i think he left his wife
there she is on the ground bein trampled
i go to grab her up by the d-mn hand and i can’t pull her
god d-mn there just went another d-mn bullet i’m hit
my vest is barely able to handle it, it’s 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

[verse 5- kon artis]
it’s friday night came to this b-tch right
big -ss to my left and desert eagle to my right
i ain’t come in this b-tch to party i came in this b-tch to fight
although i can’t stay here to fight cuz i’m poppin —–s tonight
that’s right b-tches 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 this f-cka
shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothaf-cka
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 mitzubeashes)
he tried to run so proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

- d12

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