[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, somebody's lickin shots off

[Bizarre] Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club And I'm tryin to run and get my motherfuckin gun (Nigga what about yo' wife?) Nigga fuck my wife I'm tryin to run and save my motherfuckin life Oh, shit! The shooter's comin Bitches hollerin, niggaz runnin People, shot all over the floor And I'm tryin to make it to the St. Andrew's door {hey man) {*chk-chk-BOOM*} That's the sound of the glock Even DJ Houseshoes fucked around and got shot I done messed around, and forget my tec I don't see nobody, but Fat Five and Hex

[Eminem] Kuniva you aight? [Kuniva] These niggaz is trippin [Eminem] Where's Bizarre at?

[Kuniva] I'm tryin to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggaz is whylin Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin This chick is clingin on to me, sobbin and sighin Sayin she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin But it's real and it's on and caps is gettin peeled So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and {*blam* AHH!} She got hit and now she's 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 too late!

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[Kon Artis] I been tryin to call you all day motherfucker where you at? [Swifty Mc] I'm on 7 Mile {*gunfire*} what the fuck was that? [Swifty Mc] {*gunfire*} Damn, somebody hit me from the back! [Kon Artis] What with they car? [Swifty Mc] With a gat nigga, and my tire flat [Swifty Mc] {*crash*} And I just hit a pole, them niggaz some hoes [Kon Artis] Is you hit? [Swifty Mc] I don't know, but I can tell you what they drove [Swifty Mc] It was a black Mitsubishi [Kon Arist] Shit, that's the click we beefin with [Swifty Mc] Maaaaan! [Kon Artis] I swear

[Swifty McVey] 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 tucked I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up!

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[Eminem] I never seen no shit like this in my life before People are still camped out from the night before Sleepin outside the door, waitin in line still tryin to get inside the club to see D-12 perform The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans and some cumwad from out the parking lot Gets in an argument over a parking spot Decides to pull his gun and lets a few of them off Missed who he's aimin for, six feet away is the door into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays flyin all over the place Grazed 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 at the bar, havin a mazeltov 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, but I can't pull her {*blam*} God damn, there just went another damn bullet I'm hit, my vest is barely able to handle it It's too thin, if I get hit again I can't do it I scoop D, follow Bizarre's path, 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

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[Kon Artis] Yo, it's a Friday night, came to this bitch right Big ass on my left, hand Desert Eagle in 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 niggaz tonight That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryin to check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here, so it's clear that the schmuck that shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show The third's for the bartender (bitch bring me a bottle of Mo') I just wanna know who drivin the black Mitsubishi? He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece

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