| Song | Pistol Pistol |
| Artist | 50 Cent |
| Artist | Eminem |
| Album | American Nightmare |
| 作词 : Carlistle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
| (Eminem) | |
| obie trice c'mon | |
| (obie trice) | |
| yeah | |
| niggas got me | |
| ima get um | |
| it aint over | |
| (chorus- Obie trice) | |
| U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
| den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
| u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
| u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
| or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
| u seen us on a av aint just to get chu | |
| but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
| 'cause i dont go nowhere w/out my pistol pistol | |
| (verse 1 - Obie Trice) | |
| I solemly swear on my daughters tear | |
| the nigga that got em in they head | |
| will fll it b4 the year ends | |
| hope they inconspicuous my friend | |
| 'cause once the word get back | |
| ya in a world of sin | |
| bullets will hurdle at him for tryin to murder | |
| for what been determined as the first solo african | |
| it gold platinum witta an accident happened at | |
| for maggets im alive a vengence to get back | |
| my momma's blood pressure was affected from that | |
| my lil girl need her daddy on na phone at a certain time exact now | |
| n nigga act wile n when na mac come out u nigga's exile | |
| n i dont wann hear x y z im x'in out cha hole entity for tryna kill me | |
| filthy mutha fuckas ill show you a real b when deez h t b's light up ya kidney's | |
| im so sincere u'll see in a herce dis year its not a verse it a curse | |
| from births n whats on ya person over here dis is obie hear em' clear | |
| nigga's beware im commin at chu with fire arms n air | |
| and ya purpose so supurfyalice how could i be mercyful | |
| when merkin me's a mercinary's goal | |
| nigga i got paper i'll have yo ass urgently exposed no emergencies bring back ya soal | |
| slugs shatta ya bones for pat pat'n ya in the dome learn this patterin | |
| n catch him at home he rome that when automatics spuratically catch him in da abdomen | |
| n anotha dirty muthafucka's gone | |
| (chorus- Obie Trice) | |
| U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
| den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
| u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
| u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
| or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
| u seen us on an av aint just to get chu | |
| but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
| 'cause i dont go nowhere w/out my pistol pistol | |
| (Eminem) | |
| obie trice c'mon | |
| second rounds on me | |
| robbin, shootin, killin, murda, | |
| ( oh shit run) |
| zuò cí : Carlistle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
| Eminem | |
| obie trice c' mon | |
| obie trice | |
| yeah | |
| niggas got me | |
| ima get um | |
| it aint over | |
| chorus Obie trice | |
| U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
| den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
| u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
| u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
| or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
| u seen us on a av aint just to get chu | |
| but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
| ' cause i dont go nowhere w out my pistol pistol | |
| verse 1 Obie Trice | |
| I solemly swear on my daughters tear | |
| the nigga that got em in they head | |
| will fll it b4 the year ends | |
| hope they inconspicuous my friend | |
| ' cause once the word get back | |
| ya in a world of sin | |
| bullets will hurdle at him for tryin to murder | |
| for what been determined as the first solo african | |
| it gold platinum witta an accident happened at | |
| for maggets im alive a vengence to get back | |
| my momma' s blood pressure was affected from that | |
| my lil girl need her daddy on na phone at a certain time exact now | |
| n nigga act wile n when na mac come out u nigga' s exile | |
| n i dont wann hear x y z im x' in out cha hole entity for tryna kill me | |
| filthy mutha fuckas ill show you a real b when deez h t b' s light up ya kidney' s | |
| im so sincere u' ll see in a herce dis year its not a verse it a curse | |
| from births n whats on ya person over here dis is obie hear em' clear | |
| nigga' s beware im commin at chu with fire arms n air | |
| and ya purpose so supurfyalice how could i be mercyful | |
| when merkin me' s a mercinary' s goal | |
| nigga i got paper i' ll have yo ass urgently exposed no emergencies bring back ya soal | |
| slugs shatta ya bones for pat pat' n ya in the dome learn this patterin | |
| n catch him at home he rome that when automatics spuratically catch him in da abdomen | |
| n anotha dirty muthafucka' s gone | |
| chorus Obie Trice | |
| U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
| den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
| u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
| u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
| or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
| u seen us on an av aint just to get chu | |
| but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
| ' cause i dont go nowhere w out my pistol pistol | |
| Eminem | |
| obie trice c' mon | |
| second rounds on me | |
| robbin, shootin, killin, murda, | |
| oh shit run |