[Intro: Bizarre & Swifty McVay]

Yeah (Ha-ha-ha)

Welcome to Amityville (Detroit, nigga, ha!)

The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols (Why is that?)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha)

[Hook: Eminem]

Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]

Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us (Uh-huh)

See, I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches (Yeah)

Just for asking, they must'a been wanting to meet the Lord

When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored (Fuck that)

They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor (Uh-huh)

Shells from the .44 scattered over they porch

Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you

Tryna break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you

Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you

You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible (Uh-huh)

There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you

We young strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you (Bitch)

[Verse 2: Proof, Swifty McVay & Eminem]

Stepped in the door, waving the fo'-fo'

Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low

They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire

I lit five inside a fucking dick-rider

The clip slider, love to blast a Mag

You a fag, you love being ass to ass

Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya

Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)

Y'all niggas sound like Jigga but act like 'Pac

Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough

It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness

I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell outta business

It won't be the same since we touching the game (Nope)

Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain

Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame? (Ah, fuck it)

I'll squeeze off this TEC until nothing remains (Yeah, come on)

[Hook: Eminem]

Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

[Verse 3: Kuniva & Eminem]

The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one

'Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done (Nope)

Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works

These cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt (Ha-ha)

'Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless

Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless

That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creeping (Uh-huh)

Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping

I'd rather pack the heat and not need it

Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

Nowhere without my- *bang*

[Verse 4: Kon Artis with Eminem]

You know the sound

When I'm spinnin' 'round, spittin' these rounds from four pounds

While the whole crowd screamin' as loud from they mouths

As they possibly allow

Nothing is parallel to makin' you carousel

Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells

Denaun carry the nine where I go

Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0

Some semi-automatic for static's the motto

Spitting like *Columbine kids* from Colorado

[Hook: Eminem]

Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

[Verse 5: Bizarre & Eminem]

This .9'll turn a softie to a hard rock

It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses think before they knock

(Sorry, sorry!)

It'll make your grandmother come outta her purse

It'll make Limp Bizkit give in to Fred Durst (Ha-ha)

It'll make Holyfield start fighting

It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writing

It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls

It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall (Ugh!)

It'll make Christopher Reeves start walking

It'll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking

It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut

It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt

It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde

It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Qu'ran (We need Jesus!)

It'll make Ike stop beating Tina

It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

[Hook: Eminem, (Bizzare)]

Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

(Christina Aguilera, ha-ha-ha!)

Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

Too many enemies on my list to sift through

(Ain't go nowhere without my gun)

Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool

(I walk the streets, I pack my gun)

Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you

(I go to sleep, I got my gun)

But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

(Don't go nowhere without my gun)

[Outro: Swifty McVay, Eminem & Bizarre]

Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga (Pistol, pistol)

You better have aim, uh (I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol)

'Cause if you don't, heh (This pistol, haha)

You finished, flat out, hahahahaha (Sorry officers, Detroit)

Nigga, nigga, nigga (Sorry *cops*)

What? (Fuckin' *pigs*)

The fuck we stay at (Fuck around and get popped)

With no hesitation, straight up

Ha, ha

Look where the fuck we stay at

Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at

Fuck around with us

You get us popped, you fucking get us popped

Aha-ha-ha-ha, you get us popped!

Aha-ha-ha-ha...!