Pistol Pistol

D12

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: De Shaun Dupree Holton, Denaun M Porter, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Rufus Johnson, Rufus B Johnson, Von M Carlisle
album: Track in album Devil's Night
release date: 2001-6-18
popularity : 22 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Hardcore Hip-Hop/Thug Rap
length: 5:23
producer: Eminem
mixer: Richard Huredia
drums programming: DJ Head

Album Information

label: Interscope Records
country(area): United Kingdom
format: CD
barcode: 606949307929
script: Latin

Cover Art

D12 Devil's Night cover art

Lyrics

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Yeah, welcome to Amityville (Detroit, *****!)

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the **** to
Nobody got my back in this ***** but this do
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
*****, we violently active, so **** with us
Just for asking, they musta been wanting to meet the Lord
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you
There's no tomorrow for any ***** we'll shower you

Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
I lit five inside a ****ing ****-rider
You a ***, you love being *** to ***
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
I'm the hot ***** that's gon' put hell outta business
Make the hardest ***** in your crew, tuck in his chain
I'll squeeze off this tec until nothing remains
Slick criminal wit, the **** I spit chews
I say the type of **** parents slit their wrists to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you

Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
These cowardly *****s'll put your ****ing life in the dirt
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping
Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
You know the sound when I'm spinning round
While the whole crowd screaming as loud
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the **** to
Nobody got my back in this ***** but this do
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make your grandmother come outta her purse
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walking
It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the **** to
Nobody got my back in this ***** but this do
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistolYeah, welcome to Amityville (Detroit, *****!)

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the **** to
Nobody got my back in this ***** but this do
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
*****, we violently active, so **** with us
Just for asking, they musta been wanting to meet the Lord
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you
There's no tomorrow for any ***** we'll shower you

Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
I lit five inside a ****ing ****-rider
You a ***, you love being *** to ***
Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)
Yo my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
I'm the hot ***** that's gon' put hell outta business
Make the hardest ***** in your crew, tuck in his chain
I'll squeeze off this tec until nothing remains
Slick criminal wit, the **** I spit chews
I say the type of **** parents slit their wrists to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it get you

Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
These cowardly *****s'll put your ****ing life in the dirt
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping
Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
You know the sound when I'm spinning round
While the whole crowd screaming as loud
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the **** to
Nobody got my back in this ***** but this do
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make your grandmother come outta her purse
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
It'll make Christopher Reeves start walking
It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the **** to
Nobody got my back in this ***** but this do
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Another Public Service Announcement
  • 2 Shit Can Happen
  • 3 Pistol Pistol
  • 4 Bizarre (skit)
  • 5 Nasty Mind
  • 6 Ain't Nuttin' but Music
  • 7 American Psycho
  • 8 That's How (skit)
  • 9 That's How...
  • 10 Purple Pills
  • 11 Fight Music
  • 12 Instigator
  • 13 Pimp Like Me
  • 14 Blow My Buzz
  • 15 Obie Trice (skit)
  • 16 Devil's Night
  • 17 Steve Berman (skit)
  • 18 Revelation
  • 19 Girls
    CD 2
  • 1 Shit on You
  • 2 Words Are Weapons
  • 3 These Drugs