I told y'all mothafuckas I was comin' back. What now nigga? What now what. What! You's the projects nigga. 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 someone's lickin' shots off. [Bizarre]. You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club. And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin' gun. (Nigga what about your wife?). Nigga fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my mothafuckin' life. Oh shit the shoot is comin'. Bitches hoes niggas is runnin'. People shot all over the floor. And I'm tryna make it to the ??? door {*Gunshot*}. That's the sound of the glock. Even DJ ??? fucked around and got shot. I done messed around and forgot my tec. I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex (Kuniva you aight?). [Kuniva]. These niggas is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?). I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at. Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wilin'. 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 cats is gettin' killed. So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield. And she got hit now she 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 to late. Chorus. [Swifty]. (I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?). I'm on seven mile what the fuck was that?. Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?). With a gat nigga and my tire flattened. I just hit a pole them niggas some ho's (Is you hit?). I don't know but I can tell you what they drove. It was a black Mitsubishi. (Shit that's the clique we beefin' wit' I swear). Maaan 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 tuck. I'ma meet you at the club we gon' fuck these hoes up. Chorus. [Eminem]. I never seen no shit like this is my life before. People will still camp out from the night before. Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line. still tryna get inside the club to see D-12 perform. The fire Marshals know the venue's too small. People are wall-to-wall three thousand and some odd fans. and some come walk from out the parkin' lot. Get into an argument over a parkin' spot. This guy's about 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 a 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 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 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 it's 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. [Kon Artis]. 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 'cause I'm poppin' niggas tonight. That's 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 it's clear that this fucka shot 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