VON CARLISLE/SHAUN HOLTON/RUFUS JOHNSON/MARSHALL MATHERS/ONDRE MOORE/DENAUN PORTER
作曲
VON CARLISLE/SHAUN HOLTON/RUFUS JOHNSON/MARSHALL MATHERS/ONDRE MOORE/DENAUN PORTER
唄
D12
Yeah. Welcome to Ametyville. Detroit nigga. The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols. Why is that?
Chorus Slick criminal weakness shit. I spit you like a bullet cant act. That just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need a anthem to amp you and the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer I don't care I'm best to 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 crush bitches. Just for askin' They musta been wantin to meet the Lord When my parents talk to me they got mean mugged and ignored They was huntin' through my closet. Seen drugs on the floor Shells from the 44 scattered over they porch Bustin' pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy You tryin to break them as they conversate, bitch, I do it for you Catch me laughin' at your funeral when they lower you You and yo ho, you gots to go. Bitches die 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, wavin' the 44. Blazin' at po-po. Escapin' to lay low They call my toungue yayow, but I spit fire I lick 5 inside a fuckin' dick rider The clip slider, love to blast a mack, You fag, you love being asked to ass Grab a gun by the nose with a butt to gat spank ya Never say that I'm a gangster? now that's gangster Y'all niggas sound like Jigga while act like Pac Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin' to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell out of business It won't be the same since we touchin' the game Make the hardest nigga in a crew tuck in his chain Y'all think the shits a game and I'm bluffin' for fame I'll squeeze off this Tek until nothin' remains
Chorus Slick criminal weakness shit. I spit you like a bullet cant act. That just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need a anthem to amp you and the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer I don't care I'm best to get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
The only time that I make peace is when I'm close to one Cause I don't know what's waitin' for me when my vocals are done Told the gun, it's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggas'll put your fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they lefy my dogg He was priceless, alone in the streets bleedin', starin' Layin' lifeless. That's why I'm heated You never know who starts creepin' Wakin' you up with AK's while you lie sleepin' I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather than need one and not have it I married this glock-matic Nowhere without my gun
You know the sound when I'm spinnin' round Spittin' these rounds from 4 ounds while whole crowd Screamin' as loud from eight miles as they possibly allowed Nothin is parallel to makin' you carousel aerial somersault Like fast wheels to a pair of shells. Than not to carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle to hit you while I'm shootin' at 5-0 So semi-automatic with static's to midol's Spittin like Columbine kids in Colorado
Chorus Slick criminal weakness shit. I spit you like a bullet cant act. That just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need a anthem to amp you and the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer I don't care I'm best to get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
This is nine to turn a soft into a hard rock. It'll make Jehovah witnesses think before they knock It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst It'll make Holyfield start fightin It'll make Mace say'Fuck Church'and go back to writin It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls It'll make Rkelly give respect to Aaron Hall It'll make Chrispher Reeves start walkin It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pit bull turn into a fuckin mut It'll make the Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make the red necks start readin the Holy Koran It'll make lke stop beatin Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Chorus Slick criminal weakness shit. I spit you like a bullet cant act. That just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need a anthem to amp you and the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool Sorry officer I don't care I'm best to get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
You better have a A. Cause if you don't, you finished flat out Sorry cops? fuckin pigs Fuck around and get popped with no hesitation Straight up. Where the fuck we stay at? Straight up. Where the fuck we stay at? Fuck around with us. Ametyville
