One Shot 2 Shot
Eminem Lyrics


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I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga

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

Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga, fuck my wife
I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life
Oh, shit, the shooter's coming
Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin'
People, shot all over the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forget my TEC
I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex

(Kuniva, you hurt?) These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wylin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'
This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin'
Said 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
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

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

(I been tryna 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
(With what? 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 beefin' with)
Man, (I swear) 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

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

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
Tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshals 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 aiming for, six feet away's 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, 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 haulin' 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
Goddamn, 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
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

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

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 poppin' niggas tonight
That's right bitches, I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna 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 lickin' shots off

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's song "One Shot 2 Shot" describe a tragic incident that occurs during a party, where gunshots are heard and people are killed. Eminem describes the madness and chaos that ensues, as he tries to escape with his life. He talks about his fear of dying and how he grabs a woman and uses her as a human shield. The lyrics also mention the rapper's intent to seek revenge against a person who shot him earlier in the day. The song is a commentary on the dangers of gun violence and the consequences of living a life of crime.


Line by Line Meaning

I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
Eminem returns to the music scene and gives a warning to his critics.


What now, nigga? What now? What? Brewster Projects, nigga
Eminem challenges those who doubt him and mentions his hometown of Brewster Projects.


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 Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
A shooting occurs at the club, causing people to flee and Eminem to fear for his safety.


(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga, fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life
Eminem prioritizes his own safety over his wife's during the chaos of the shooting.


Oh, shit, the shooter's coming Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin' People, shot all over the floor And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door That's the sound of the Glock Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot I done messed around and forget my TEC I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex (Kuniva, you hurt?) These niggas is trippin' (Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man) I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Eminem's frantic attempt to escape the shooter, while encountering others injured or lost in the confusion.


Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wylin' Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin' This chick is clingin' on to me, sobbin' and sighin' Said 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 She got hit and now she's yellin' (don't leave me)
In the midst of the violence, Eminem encounters a woman who apologizes to him and seeks his help, only to be used as a shield during a shooting and ultimately harmed herself.


Damn, somebody hit me from the back (With what? 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 beefin' with) Man, (I swear) and I was on my way there
Eminem is targeted by the same group responsible for the shooting at the club, causing him to crash his car and be further caught up in the violence.


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
Eminem seeks revenge on his attackers and plans to retaliate with violence.


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 Tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshals 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
The club was overcrowded with fans waiting to see D12 perform, leading to the shooting due to tensions between concert-goers.


Decides to pull his gun 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 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
The shooting is initiated by an argument over a parking spot and quickly escalates, causing injury and chaos throughout the venue.


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
Eminem narrowly avoids being shot and searches for his friends and fellow group members amid the violence.


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, being trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can't pull her Goddamn, 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 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
Eminem's chaotic experience at the club takes a turn for the worse as he is shot and struggles to escape the mayhem, finding his friends in the process and joining them in a shootout with an unknown assailant.


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 poppin' niggas tonight That's right bitches, I'm drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna 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
A separate individual (not Eminem) expresses his violent intentions and seeks revenge for being denied entry to the club earlier, joining in on the violent retaliation against those who started the shooting.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Denaun M Porter, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Rufus Johnson, Von M Carlisle

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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