Eminem One Shot 2 Shot (Featuring D12) lyrics

I told y'all motherfuckers I was comin back, oh shit
What now nigga, what now? What? Brewster Projects, nigga

One shot, 2 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

Hey man, that's the sound of the glock
Even DJ House Shoes 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', "Don't leave me"
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, 2 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 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
Man, 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

One shot, 2 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 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 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 parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot

Decides to pull his gun out 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

One shot, 2 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

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

One shot, 2 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