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Songtexte: D-12. D12 World. Get My Gun.

I'm goin' to get get my gun

This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
I got something for his ass, calm down, no you calm down
Man, what's you're problem? Fuck that

The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? That shit, you heard him
He asked for your autograph

A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigger
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better

I'll be severin' heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger that can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck with you, stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do

Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat through people
When I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be right back
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespectin' me like that

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers lookin' as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers bluffin' "
I cuff my nuts while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal lettin' the heat blow

Heat sleep hoes got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

My whole outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountless slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you're skin

I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back, right to put your blood on you're friends
Make a run, got a hint, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe you're life out
Bullets flow at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout

Fuck the night clout, guns, clips
(I'm goin' to get my )
Fuck that, run bitch
Hit the street talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no profit to be home crowd homie

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta come to me
With some dumb shit
Fuckin' I done told this motherfucker
Wassup bitch? Autograph this, oh shit
(I'm goin' to get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My shit is all jammed up, up
C'mon you cock sucking, good for nothing
Mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot, ah

Yeah, wattup bitch? Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick
Bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin
Went through his bitch on the way back hit his friend

Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone or
(I'm goin' to get my gun)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, bang nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds like they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be like Wassup now?
They bodyguard be steppin' in trying to calm shit down
(Chill out man, chill out)

Fuck that I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like some grown man shit
Then we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously

I guess not, you wanna resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step between us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be right back
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespectin' me like that

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fuckin' days ruined

Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Phillips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, this is what the fuck happens

Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out

Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it
All 'cause I wanted to see Elton John naked