I told ya'll mother fuckers I was coming back.
(Oh, shit.)
What now nigga? What now?
(What are you doing?)
What? Proof, the projects, nigga.
Eminem:
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gun shots; 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
Bizarre:
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryin'a run and get my muthafucking gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
Nigga, fuck my wife
I'm tryin'a run and save my muthafucking life
Oh shit, the shooters coming
Bitches hollering, niggas running
People shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin'a make it to the Saint Andrews door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forget my TEC
I don't see nobody, but Fab 5 and Hex
Kuniva:
(Kuniva, you alright?)
These niggas is tripping
(Where's Bizzare at?)
I'm tryin'a slip thru the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wild
Two minutes ago, we was all joking and smiling
This chick is clinging on to me sobbing and sighing
Says she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she crying
But its real and its on, and cats is getting killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's yelling "Don't leave me!"
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch belived me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late
Eminem:
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gun shots; 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
Swift (with Kon Artis):
(I been tryna call you all day muthafucker, where you at? )
I'm on seven mile...
(Gun shots)
what the fuck was that?
(Gun shots)
Damn, somebody hit me from the back
(Wit' they car?)
Wit' a gat nigga, and my tire's flat
An I just hit a pole
Them niggas some hoe's
(Is you hit?)
I dont know, but I can tell you what they rolled with
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit, thats the clique we beefing wit')
Man
(I swear!)
And I was on my way there
Belive me, I'm leaving a carcass today
Now I'mma 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
Eminem:
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gun shots; 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, waitin in lines
Still tryin'a get in 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 cumwad from out the parking lot
Gets into an arguement over a parking spot
Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of 'em off
Missed who he's aiming for, six feet away's the door
Into Saint 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 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 'im
Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre
Naw, 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 beeing trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn there just went a nother bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it; it's too thin
If I get hit again, I cant do it, I scooped deep
Followed Bizzare's path, and 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 hes shooting it out with
But Denuan's right behind him squeezing his fourth-fifth
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gun shots; 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
Kon Arits:
This is a Friday night, came to this bitch right
Big ass in my left and 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
Thats right bitches, I'm drunk on revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryin'a check when I got in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the fuck
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker
So one shot's for the money, two's to stop the show
Thirds for the bartender (I just wanna know who's driving a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit' a three piece
Eminem:
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gun shots; 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
