Текст песни: One Shot 2 Shot + перевод

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 licking shots off

Security’s gone, I’m trapped in the club

And I’m trying to run and get my motherfucking gun

(Nigga what about yo' wife?) Nigga, fuck my wife

I’m trying to run and save my motherfucking life

Oh, shit! The shooter’s coming

Bitches hollering, niggas running

People, shot all over the floor

And I’m trying to make it to the Saint Andrew’s door

(Hey man) …That's the sound of the Glock

Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot

I done messed around, and forgot my TEC

I don’t see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex

(Kuniva, you alright?) These niggas is tripping

(Where's Bizarre at?) (I don’t know, man)

I’m trying to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at

Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wylin'

Two minutes ago, we was all joking and smiling

This chick is clinging on to me, sobbing and sighing

Saying she didn’t mean to diss me earlier, and she crying

But it’s real and it’s on and caps is getting peeled

So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and

She got hit, and now she’s yelling (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!

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 licking shots off

(I been trying to call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?)

I’m on 7 Mile… what the fuck was that?

Damn, somebody hit me from the back!

(What with? They car?) With a gat, nigga, and my tire flat

And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?) I don’t know, but I can tell you what they drove

It was a black Mitsubishi (Shit, that’s the clique we beefing with)

Man! (I swear) And I was on my way there

Believe me, I’m leaving 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!

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 licking shots off

I never seen no shit like this in my life before

People are still camped out from the night before

Sleeping outside the door, waiting in line still

Trying to get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshals know the venue’s too small

People are wall to wall, 3,000 and some odd

Fans and some cum-wad from out the parking lot

Gets in an argument over a parking spot

Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of them off

Missed who he’s aiming for, six feet away’s the door

Into St. Andrew’s Hall, now the strays flying 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, having a Mazel Tov

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 hauling ass, I think he left his wife

There she is, on the ground, being trampled

I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can’t pull her

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 Dee, 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 shooting it out

But I can’t see who he’s shooting it out with

But Denaun’s right behind him, squeezing his four-fifth

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 licking shots off

Yo, it’s 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 popping niggas tonight

That’s right, bitches, I’m drunk with revenge

Shot a bouncer in the neck for trying 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 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 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 licking shots off