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1 Shot 2 Shot ft. D12

[Shooter]: I told y'all mothafuckas I was comin' back!
(oh shit)
[Shooter]: What now, n****s? What now? What? You's the project, n****s?

[Chorus]
[Eminem]:
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 makin' shots off 

[Bizarre]

You bitches is gone, I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun
[N***a what about your wife]
N***a fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my mothafuckin life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'
Bitches hollerin', n****as runnin
People shot all over the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door
Thats the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

[Verse 2- Kuniva]
([Eminem]: Kuniva you hurt?)
These n****s is trippin'
([Eminem]: Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin everywhere and n****s is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin
This chick is clingin onto 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 cats is gettin killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she yellin
[Girl]: 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 its not to late

[Chorus]

[Verse 3- Swift & Kon Artis]
(N***a I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile...what the fuck was that?
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat n***a and my tire's flat
And I just hit a pole, them n****s some hoes
(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit thats the clique we beefin' with, I swear)
Man, and I was on my way there
Believe me I'm leavin' a carcus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tuck
I'ma meet you at the club we gon' fuck these hoes up

[Chorus]

[Verse 4- Eminem]
I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin outside the door waitin in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshalls no, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans
And some cum wad from out the parkin lot
Get into an argument over a parkin spot
He decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
Missed who he's aimin for six feet away's the door
In the St. Andrew's hall not a stray slidin all over the place
Sprays 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 by the bar havin a Mozeltoff
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 him
Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
Nah I guess not, what the f*ck, 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 and I can't pull her
God damn there just went another damn bullet I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path and 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 5- Kuniva]
It's Friday night came to this bitch right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to 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 cuz I'm poppin n****s tonight
Thats right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so its clear that this fucka
Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothafucka
So one shot for the money two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender there's plenty of shots to go
(I just wanna know who's drivin a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

[Chorus]

My Band (D12)

[Intro]

[Eminem]: I dunno dude
I think everybody's all jealous and shit
Cuz I'm like, the lead singer of the band, dude
And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show
Because...

[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

So I get on stage, right? Drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like,
"Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer in D12, baby"
They're all like, "Oh my God, it's him!
Becky oh my fuckin' God it's Eminem!"
"I swear to fuckin' God, dude, you fucking rock
Please, Marshall, please, let me suck your cock!"
And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties onstage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
And when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cuz they're back onstage the next night with me
Dude, I just think they're tryin' to steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cuz I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me
Because these...

[Chorus]

My band, my band, my band, my band, my band, my band
My band, baby yeah

[Swift]
You just wanna see a n***a backwards, don't you?
Hey Dad, how come we don't rap on Protools?
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in a van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, you's a liar
And no, I'm Swift
[Kon Artis]: Oh, I thought you were Kuniva
And what the hell is wrong with that dressin' room?
Cuz my shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryin' to get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while gettin' whipped on my back
[Kon Artis]: Look at Em, little punkass, thinkin' he's the shit
[Kuniva]: Yeah I know man, by himself takin' all the flicks
[Kon Artis]: Hey, I thought we had an interview with D.J. Clue
[Eminem]: No, I had an interview, not you two
[Kuniva]: You gon' be late for soundcheck
[Kon Artis]: I ain't goin' to soundcheck!
[Kuniva]: Man, our mics are screwed up
[Kon Artis]: And his always sound best!
You know what man, I'ma say somethin'
[Kuniva]: Ay yo Em!
[Eminem]: You got somethin' to say?
[Kon Artis]: Man, no!
[Kuniva]: I thought you was about to tell him off, man, what's up?
[Kon Artis]: Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
And you ain't even back me up, we supposed to be crew!
[Kuniva]: Man, I was about to talk right after you! I swear! I swear, man!

[Chorus]

[Proof]
They say the lead singers rock but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts
[Eminem]: Ay yo what's --
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time I hear
[Fan]: Hey dude, I love your band!
We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments
So why he get ninety and we only get ten percent?
And these guys, they keep finding every area code
[Eminem]: Proof, carry my bag!
Bitch, carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
[Voices] (Ohhhh) Who the fuck are you?
Where's Obie and Dre?

[Bizarre]
Goddammit I'm sick of this crew
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Until Kon Artis slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video, I was in the back
Superman video, I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who is D12, how'd we get started
[Newscaster]: But what about Eminem?
Bitch, are you retarded?
Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
Bigass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
50 told me to do situps to get buff
Did two and a half and couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne

[Eminem]
Girl why can't you see you're the only one for me
And it just tears my ass apart to know that
You don't know my name

[Bizarre]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band (haha!)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands (fuck Marshall)
Cuz once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah!)
All because I'm the lead sing....

[Eminem & Bizarre]
My band, my band, my band...

[Bizarre]
We the hottest boy band ever!
D12!

[Eminem]
I'm the lead singer of my band
I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance, my salsa
Look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants, my salsa

Where'd everybody go?


How Come (D12)

[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me

[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you

[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' i went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and i dont like it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got burst
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose
But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth
But dont hate the game or the player
Cuz the one that is changing is you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Proof]

You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen
But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.

[Chorus]