One Shot 2 Shot Lyrics - Eminem

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back 

(Oh shit) 

What now nigga, what now? 

(What are you doin'?) 

What? 

Proof, the 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 lickin' shots off 

Security's gone I'm dropped in the club 

And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun 

(Nigga, what about your wife?) 

Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life 

Oh shit, the shooter's comin' 

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Bitches hollerin', niggas 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 fucked 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 niggas is trippin' 

(Where's Bizarre at?) 

I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at 

Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas 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' killed 

So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield 

And she got hit now she's yellin' 

(Don't leave me) 

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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 lickin' shots off 

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?) 

I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that 

Damn somebody hit me from the back 

(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 Mitsuhi 

(Shit, 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' 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 lickin' shots off 

I never seen no shit 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 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 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 fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him 

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre 

No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was 

I never saw him run so fast in my life 

Look at him haulin' ass, 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 bitch, right 

Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to 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 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight 

That's right bitches 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 mothafucka 

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 Mitsuhi) 

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 

SONGWRITERS 

MATHERS, MARSHALL B / CARLISLE, VON M / JOHNSON, RUFUS B / MOORE, ONDRE C / PORTER, DENAUN M / RESTO, LUIS