One Shot 2 Shot - Eminem, D12

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 trapped in the club

And I’m tryin to run and get my motherfuckin gun

(Nigga what about yo’wife?) Nigga fuck my wife

I’m tryin to run and save my motherfuckin life

Oh, shit!

The shooter’s comin

Bitches hollerin, niggaz runnin

People, shot all over the floor

And I’m tryin to make it to the St. Andrew’s door

That’s the sound of the glock

Even DJ Houseshoes fucked around and got shot

I done messed around, and forget my tec

I don’t see nobody, but Fat Five and Hex

Kuniva you aight?

These niggaz is trippin

Where’s Bizarre at?

I’m tryin to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggaz is whylin

Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin

This chick is clingin on to 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 caps is gettin peeled

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

She got hit and now she’s yellin

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!

I been tryin to call you all day motherfucker where you at?

I’m on 7 Mile what the fuck was that?

Damn, somebody hit me from the back!

What with they car?

With a gat nigga, and my tire flat

And I just hit a pole, them niggaz some hoes

Is you hit?

I don’t know, but I can tell you what they drove

It was a black Mitsubishi

Shit, that’s the click we beefin with

Maaaaan!

I swear

And I was on my way there

Believe me, I’m leavin a carcass today

And 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!

I never seen no shit like this in my life before

People are still camped out from the night before

Sleepin outside the door, waitin in line still

tryin to get inside the club to see D-12 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 in an argument over a parking spot

Decides to pull his gun and lets a few of them off

Missed who he’s aimin for, six feet away is the door

into St. Andrew’s Hall, now the strays flyin 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, havin a mazeltov

Bullet whizzed 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

Nah 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

God damn, 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 D, 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

Yo, it’s a Friday night, came to this bitch right

Big ass on my left, hand 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 poppin niggaz tonight

That’s right bitches I’m drunk with revenge

Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryin to 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 motherfucker

So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show

The third’s for the bartender (bitch bring me a bottle of Mo')

I just wanna know who drivin the black Mitsubishi?

He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece