One Shot 2 Shot Lyrics – Eminem
Ironically the only member not featured on this song is Proof, who was shot and killed in a club two years later. “One Shot 2 Shot” was recorded when Proof was trying to distance himself from mainstream rap in general
| Song Name : | One Shot 2 Shot |
| Album / Movie : | Encore |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
I told y’all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)What now, nigga? What now?What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stopsBodies drop, hit the floor, music’s off, party stopsEverybody hit the door, somebody’s lickin’ shots off
Security’s gone, I’m trapped in the clubAnd I’m tryna run and get my motherfuckin’ gun(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga, fuck my wifeI’m tryna run and save my motherfuckin’ lifeOh, shit, the shooter’s comingBitches hollerin’, niggas runnin’People, shot all over the floorAnd I’m tryna make it to the Saint Andrew’s doorThat’s the sound of the GlockEven DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shotI done messed around and forget my TECI don’t see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex
These niggas is trippin’(Where’s Bizarre at?) (I don’t know, man)I’m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is atBitches screamin’ everywhere and niggas is wylin’Two minutes ago we was all jokin’ and smilin’This chick is clingin’ on to me, sobbin’ and sighin’Said she didn’t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin’But it’s real, and it’s on, and caps is gettin’ peeledSo I hugged her and used her body as a human shield andShe got hit and now she’s yellin’ (don’t leave me)I told her I’d be right back and the dumb bitch believed meI squeezed through the back door and made my escapeI ran and got my .38, I hope it’s not too late
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stopsBodies drop, hit the floor, music’s off, party stopsEverybody hit the door, somebody’s lickin’ shots off
I’m on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that?Damn, somebody hit me from the back(With what? They car?) With a gat, nigga, and my tire flatAnd I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes(Is you hit?) I don’t know, but I can tell you what they droveIt was a black Mitsubishi (shit, that’s the clique we beefin’ with)Man, (I swear) and I was on my way thereBelieve me, I’m leavin’ a carcass todayAnd I’ma park my car and walk the rest of the wayI’m in the mood to strut, my AK ain’t even tuckedI’ma meet you at the club, we gon’ fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stopsBodies drop, hit the floor, music’s off, party stopsEverybody hit the door, somebody’s lickin’ shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life beforePeople are still camped out from the night beforeSleepin’ outside the door, waitin’ in line stillTryna get inside the club to see D12 performThe fire marshals know the venue’s too smallPeople are wall to wall, three thousand and some oddFans and some cumwad from out the parking lotGets in an argument over a parking spotDecides to pull his gun and lets a few of them offMissed who he’s aiming for, six feet away’s the doorInto St. Andrew’s Hall, now the strays flyin’ all over the placeGrazed one bitch in the faceAnother one of ’em came through the wallBefore anyone could even hear the first shot go offI’m posted up at the bar, having a Mazel TovBullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it offThank God I’m alive, I gotta find DenaunAnd where the fuck is Von? He usually tucks one on himWait a minute, I think I just saw BizarreNah, I guess not, what the fuck? Oh my God, it wasI never saw him run so fast in my lifeLook at him haulin’ ass, I think he left his wifeThere she is, on the ground, being trampledI go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can’t pull herGoddamn, there just went another damn bulletI’m hit, my vest is barely able to handle itIt’s too thin, if I get hit again, I can’t do itI scoop Dee, follow Bizarre’s path, ran through it andMade it to the front door and collapsedOn the steps looked up and I seen SwiftShootin’ it out but I can’t see who he’s shootin’ it out withBut Denaun’s right behind him, squeezin’ his four-fifth
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stopsBodies drop, hit the floor, music’s off, party stopsEverybody hit the door, somebody’s lickin’ shots off
Yo, it’s Friday night, came to this bitch rightBig ass on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my rightI ain’t come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fightAlthough I can’t stay here to fight ’cause I’m poppin’ niggas tonightThat’s right bitches, I’m drunk with revengeShot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get inSwift told me to meet him here, so it’s clear that the schmuckThat shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfuckerSo one shot for the money, two is to stop the showThe third’s for the bartender (bitch, bring me a bottle of Mo’)I just wanna know who driving the black Mitsubishi?He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shotsAll I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stopsBodies drop, hit the floor, music’s off, party stopsEverybody hit the door, somebody’s lickin’ shots off