Pistol Pistol Lyrics - Devils Night - D-12

Yeah, welcome to Amityville (Detroit, nigga!) 

The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols (Why is that?) 

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews 

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you 

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to 

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to 

Too many enemies on my list to sift through 

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this do 

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

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol 

Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us 

See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches 

Just for asking, they musta been wanting to meet the Lord 

When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored 

They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor 

Shells from the 44 scattered over they porch 

Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you 

Tryna break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you 

Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you 

You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible 

There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you 

We young strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you 

Stepped in the door, waving the 44 

Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low 

They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire 

I lit five inside a fucking dick-rider 

The clip slider, love to blast a Mag 

You a fag, you love being ass to ass 

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

Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta) 

Y'all 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 nigga that's gon' put hell outta business 

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

Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain 

Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame? 

I'll squeeze off this tec until nothing remains 

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews 

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you 

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to 

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to 

Too many enemies on my list to sift through 

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this do 

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it 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 fucking 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 creeping 

Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping 

I'd rather pack the heat and not need it 

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

You know the sound when I'm spinning round 

Spitting these rounds from four pounds 

While the whole crowd screaming as loud 

From they mouths as they possibly allow? 

Nothing is parallel to making you carousel 

Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells 

Denaun carry the nine where I go 

Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0 

Some semi-automatic for static's the motto 

Spitting like *Columbine kids* from Colorado 

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews 

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you 

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to 

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to 

Too many enemies on my list to sift through 

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this do 

Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it 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 Jehovah's Witnesses, think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) 

It'll make your grandmother come outta her purse 

It'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst 

It'll make Holyfield start fighting 

It'll make Mase say fuck 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 Reeves start walking 

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

It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut 

It'll make the hardest pitbull, turn to a fucking mutt 

It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde 

It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!) 

It'll make Ike stop beating Tina 

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

Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews 

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you 

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to 

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to 

Too many enemies on my list to sift through 

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this do 

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

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol