Pistol Pistol

Pistol Pistol - D-12

Yeah welcome to Amityville

Detroit ni**a

The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols Ha ha ha ha

Slick criminal wit the sh*t I spit chews

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

I say the type of sh*t parents slit their wrists to

Need an anthem to amp you then this the sh*t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

Nobody got my back in this b**ch but this TOOL

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

Ni**a we violently active so f**k with us

See I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch b**ches

Just for asking they must've been wanting to meet the Lord

When my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore

They were snooping through my closet seen drugs on the floor

Shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch

Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you

Trying to break your neck to conversate B**ch I'll do it for you

Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you you and your ho

You gots to go b**ches died slow and horrible

There's no tomorrow for any ni**a we'll shower you

Young strapped and powerful (B**CH ) and I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door waving the four-four

Blazing at po-po escaping and lay low

They call my TONGUE YAYO but I spit fire

I lit five inside a f**king dickrider

The clip slider love to blast a Mag you're a FAG

You love being a** to a**

Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya

Never say that I'm a gangsta now THAT'S gangsta

Yall 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 ni**a that's gonna put hell outta business

It won't be the same since we touching the game

Make the hardest ni**a in your crew tuck in his chain

You think this sh*t's a game and we're bluffing for fame

I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains

Slick criminal wit the sh*t I spit chews

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

I say the type of sh*t parents slit their wrists to

Need an anthem to amp you then this the sh*t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

Nobody got my back in this b**ch but this TOOL

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I 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 f**king 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 creepin

Waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping

I'd rather pack the heat and not need

Rather than need one and not have it I married this Glock-matic

You know the sound when I'm spinnin round

Spittin these rounds from fo' pounds

While the whole crowd is screaming as loud

From they're mouths as they possibly allow

Nothing is parallel to making you carousel

Arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells

Denaun carry the nine where I go

Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0

Some semi-automatic for static's the motto

Spitting like (Columbine kids) from Colorado

Slick criminal wit the sh*t I spit chews

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

I say the type of sh*t parents slit their wrists to

Need an anthem to amp you then this the sh*t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

Nobody got my back in this b**ch but this TOOL

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I 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 Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry sorry )

It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse

It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha )

It'll make Holyfield start fighting

It'll make Ma$e say "F**k 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 Reeve start walking

It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking

It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut

It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a f**king mutt

It'll make a M****m dye his hair blonde

It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran

It'll make Ike stop beating Tina

It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

Slick criminal wit the sh*t I spit chews

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

I say the type of sh*t parents slit their wrists to

Need an anthem to amp you then this the sh*t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

Nobody got my back in this b**ch but this TOOL

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

Ha ni**a ni**a ni**a You better have an aim

Cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out ni**a ni**a ni**a

What F**k around and get popped with NO hesitation straight up

Look at where the f**k we stay at

Ni**a look where the f**k we stay at

F**k around with us you're good as popped you're good as popped