Eminem - One Shot 2 Shot - Album Version (Edited) lyrics

I told ya'll mothaf**as I was comin' back (Oh sh**) What now n***a, what now? (What are you doin'?) What? Proof, the projects, n***a 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 muthaf**in' gun (n***a, what about your wife?) n***a f** my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthaf**in' life Oh sh**, the shooter's comin' b**hes hollerin', n***as 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 f**ed around and got shot I done messed around and forgot my tec I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex (Kuniva you awright) These n***as is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?) I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at b**hes screamin' everywhere and n***as 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' k**ed So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield And she got hit now she's yellin' (Don't leave me) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb b**h 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, mothaf**a, 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***a and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, them n***as some hoes (Is you hit?) I don't know but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitsubishi (sh**, that's the clique we beefin' wit) Man and I was on my way there Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus 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' f** 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 sh** 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 marshalls 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 b**h 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 mazel tov 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 No, 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 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 deep 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 It's Friday night came to this b**h, right Big a** to my left and Desert Eagle to my right I ain't come in this b**h to party, I came in this b**h to fight Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' n***as tonight That's right b**hes 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 mothaf**a 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 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