Eminem - One Shot 2 Shot (Feat. D-12) Lyrics

I told y'all mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh, shit)
What now nigga? What now, what are you doin'?
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 dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife)
Nigga, fuck my wife
I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life

Oh shit, the shooter's comin'
Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin'
People shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door

That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tech
I don't see nobody but Fat Five and Hex

(Kuniva, you aight)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas 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 it's real and it's on 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 bitch 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

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, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that?
Damn, somebody hit me from the back
(With 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' wit)
Man and I was on my way there
(I swear)

Believe me, I'm leavin' my carcass 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 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 is 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 cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot

Decides 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
Into St. Andrew's hall, now, the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays 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 havin' a maseltov<