Eminem, D12 - One Shot 2 Shot lyrics

Gunshots and crowd hollering

I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back
(Oh shit) what now, nigga? What now?
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 licking shots off

Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm trying to run and
Get my motherfucking gun
(Nigga, what about yo' wife?) Nigga
Fuck my wife i'm trying to run and
Save my motherfucking life
Oh, shit! The shooter's coming
Bitches hollering, niggas running
People, shot all over the floor
And I'm trying to make it
To the Saint Andrew's door
(Hey, man) that's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked
Around and got shot
I done messed around, and forgot my TEC
I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex

(Kuniva, you alright?) These
Niggas is tripping
(Where's Bizarre at?, I don't know, man)
I'm trying to slip through the exit and
Get to where my car is at
Bitches screaming everywhere and
Niggas is wylin' two minutes ago
We was all joking and smiling
This chick is clinging on to me
Sobbing and sighing
Saying she didn't mean to diss me earlier
And she crying but it's real and it's on
And caps is getting peeled
So I hugged her and used her
Body as a human shield and
She got hit, and now she's yelling
(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 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 licking shots off

(I been trying to call
You all day, motherfucker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Milewhat the fuck was that?
Damn, somebody hit me from the back!
(What 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 Mit'subishi
(Shit, that's the clique we beefing with)
Man! (I swear) And I was on my way there
Believe me, I'm leaving a carcass today
And 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 licking shots off

I never seen no shit like
This in my life before
People are still camped out
From the night before
Sleeping outside the door
Waiting in line still
Trying to 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 parking lot
Gets in an argument over a parking spot
Decides to pull his gun out and
Lets a few of them off
Missed who he's aiming for
Six feet away’s the door
Into St andrew's Hall
Now the strays flying all over the place
Grazed 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, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear
Damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von? He
Usually tucks one on him
Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre
Nah, I guess not, what the fuck? Oh my God
It was!
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him hauling ass
I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand
But I can't pull her
God damn, 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 Dee, 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 shooting it out
But I can't see who he's shooting it out with
But Denaun's right behind him
Squeezing 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 licking shots off

Yo, it's Friday night
Came to this bitch right
Big ass on my left hand
Desert Eagle in my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party
I came in this bitch to fight
Although, I can't stay here to fight
'cause I'm popping niggas tonight
That's right, bitches, I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for trying
To 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 motherfucker
So one shot for the money
Two is to stop the show
The third's for the bartender
(Bitch, bring me a bottle of Mo')
I just wanna know who
Driving the black Mit'subishi?
He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the
Knee with 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 licking shots off