D12 - Get My Gun lyrics

Gun being cocked i'm gonna get my gun!

This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing, man
I got something for his ass calm down!
No, YOU calm down! Man, what's your problem
Fuck that
The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!?
Man, he wasn't popping shit
You heard him, he was popping that shit!
What shit? That shit, you heard him!
He asked for your autograph!

I'm mass murderer
Pack burners to blast further
Then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together
I done guillotine a nigga
Keep a heater that pop clips
With seventeen or better


I'll be severing heads
I'm in everyone's nightmare
A nigga that can never ever
Be scared of the feds
Send the niggas that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public
There's nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk
You're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off
I'm raw dog crazier then all y'all
Wet you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a Narc's car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagles will eat through people
When I see you I'mma heat your beef slow
Fuck being peaceful
The piece in the vehicle and
(I'm gonna get my gun)
This motherfucker's popping that shit
Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you)
(I'm gonna get my gun)
Nah, motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
(I'm gonna get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch, how you like that
(I'm gonna get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch, this is my gat
(I'm gonna get my gun)

I bring it to niggas looking
As if they want trouble
I send they body flipping around
Like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting
Scrapping, squabing, bucking
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging
Ducking squatting under trucks and screaming
"that nigga's bluffing" (you bluffin')
I cuff my nuts while
Cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal' letting the heat blow
Heat seek hoes got A&E closed
Cause you keep shooting at me
And missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta get a little closer
If you wanna try pistol whip a soldier
With a missile on his shoulders
We can fold or blow your brick
House into some tiny boulders a grimy
Older cat will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling froggish
Then leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and
(I'm gonna get my gun)

My whole outfit count clips
Get your house lit the fuck up
Your spouse shit, and your mouse clip
Better bounce, bitch, countless
Slugs I'mma send
Watch you holler when the hollow
Tips go through your skin
I'm in love with the sin
Tell Bugz I'mma see him
When I cock back, right
I’ll put your blood on your friends
Make a rug outta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when
I slight your lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe your life out
Bullets gnaw at your ears
Like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips
(I'm gonna get my) fuck that, run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no prob to leave your whole bod' holey

This motherfucker's popping that shit

Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to
Me with some dumb shit fucking
I done told this motherfucker
Wassup, bitch?! (cocks gun)
Autograph this! (gun jams) oh shit
(I'm gonna get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the
Trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My shit is all jammed up, ugh
Come on, you cock-sucking, good-for nothing
Motherfuckin' piece of shit shoot, ah
Yeah! What up, bitch!? Say that shit again
Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick
Bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin
Went through his bitch on a way back
Hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or (I'm gonna get my gun)
And it's a shame, I'm too drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I
Shot him in his leg it's like

Bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow, pow, pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra', Ra'
Ra'" but when you see me in the
Street I be like, what's up, now
(what up)
Their bodyguard be stepping in trying
To calm shit down (chill out, bitch)
Fuck that! I got a bone to pick
You said it then we should address
Like some grown man shouldn't we
Then me and you could talk
About our problems couldn't we
Just shoot a fair one and
Handle this situation seriously
I guess not, you want to resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
But get separated with the squeaza
You ain't ready for war
Runyon ain't nothing to play with

This motherfucker's popping that shit
Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you)
(I'm gonna get my gun)
Nah, motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
(I'm gonna get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch, how you like that
(I'm gonna get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch, this is my gat
(I'm gonna get my gun)

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour, bitch
My photos ain't ready
Pictures of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and
My fucking days ruined
Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
Cause every time I lose
This what the fuck happens Gunshots
Back to the pictures I was
Trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me
I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitch's brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run
And all this crazy shit, I regret it
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked