Letras:
D12 Pistol Pistol

this two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active,

this two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active,

move man Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol

manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came

: (feat. D12) Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin arses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my

: (feat. D-12) [Bizzare:] [Echo] Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12

d's will smell sweet All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street I'm sittin twelve feet Fuck can you tell me, I let the 12's beat Nightmare

my neck The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects The coup's up take the new Lame for a sec 12" up, new cane in the deck nigga Right now with a squeezer