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Pistol Pistol
作詞:Von Carlisle, De Shawn Holton, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Denaun Porter, Obie Trice
O Trice, c'mon Yeah, niggaz got me I'ma get 'em, it ain't over
You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' the clip, 'bout to fix this issue You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through You seen us on the ave anxious to get you But my penis is a mag, when I lift, it hits you 'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
I solemnly swear on my daughter's tears The nigga that got him in the head Will feel it before the year ends Hope you inconspicuous, my friend 'Cause once the word get back, you in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him for tryin' to murder what's Been determined as the first solo African To go platinum where the accident happened at But maggots, I'm alive with vengeance to get back
My momma blood pressure was affected from that My lil' girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time Exact now and niggaz act wild But when the mac come out, y'all niggaz ex' out
And I don't wanna hear X Y Z I'm X'in out your whole entity for tryin' to kill me Filthy motherfuckers, I'll show you what real be 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 When these HTB's light up your kidneys
I'm so sincere, you see in a hearse this year It's not a verse, it's a curse from birth And what's on your person and over here This is Obie hearin' clear, niggaz beware We're comin' at you with firearms in air
And your purpose so superfluous How could I be merciful when murkin' me's a mercenary's goal? Nigga, I got paper, I'll have ya ass urgently exposed No emergency's bringin' back your souls
Slugs shatter your bones for pat-pattin' me in the dome Learn this patter-in', we catch him at home, he wrong That's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen Another dirty motherfucker's gone
You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' the clip, 'bout to fix this issue You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through You seen us on the ave anxious to get you But my penis is a mag, when I lift, it hits you 'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Second round's on me Robbin', shootin', killin', murder Oh shit, run Robbin', shootin', killin', murder
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