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Description
Mixing Engineer, Producer, Vocalist: Eminem
Additionalproducer, Composer Lyricist: Luis Resto
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Mike Strange
Recording Engineer: MIke Chav
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Steve King
Recording Engineer: Tony Campana
Recording Engineer: Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Second Engineer: Michael Sroka
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Denaun Porter
Composer Lyricist: Ondre Moore
Composer Lyricist: Von Carlisle
Composer Lyricist: Rufus Johnson
Lyrics and translation
Original
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back! Right now, nigga, right now!
Right, proof -the 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 at the door, somebody's taking 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 your 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
St. Andrew's door. That's the sound of the Glock.
Even DJ House who fucked around and got shot. I done messed around and forgot my TEC.
I don't see nobody but Fat -Father next. -Kanabe, you alright?
-These niggas is tripping. -Swift, is alright!
I'm trying to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at.
Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wilding.
Two minutes ago, we was all joking and smiling. This chick is clinging on to me, sobbing and sighing.
Said 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, 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 thirty-eight, 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 at the door, somebody's taking shots off.
I've been trying to call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?
I'm on Seven Mile. What the fuck was that? Damn, somebody hit me from the back.
-What they call? -With a gat, nigga, and my tire's 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 SUV.
-Shit, Master Click, -meet me from there. -Man, and I was on my way there.
Believe me, I'm leaving a carcass today. Now 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 and go -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 at the door, somebody's taking 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, three thousand and some odd fans.
And some kumquat 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 is the door into St. Andrew's Hall.
Now there's strays flying all over the place.
Grazed one bitch in the face, another one of them 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 Denine. And where the fuck is Vaughn?
He usually tucks one on him. Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre.
No, 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.
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 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 shooting it out, but I can't see who he's shooting it out with.
But Denine's right behind him, squeezing his fourth bitch.
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 at the door, somebody's taking shots off.
Friday night, came to this bitch right.
Big ass in 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 boss from 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.
One shot for the money, two's to stop the show, and third for the bartender.
-Bring me a bottle!
-I just wanna know who's driving a 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 at the door, somebody's taking shots off.
English translation
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back! Right now, nigga, right now!
Right, proof -the 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 at the door, somebody's taking 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 your 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
St. Andrew's door. That's the sound of the Glock.
Even DJ House who fucked around and got shot. I done messed around and forgot my TEC.
I don't see nobody but Fat -Father next. -Kanabe, you alright?
-These niggas is tripping. -Swift, is alright!
I'm trying to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at.
Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wilding.
Two minutes ago, we was all joking and smiling. This chick is clinging on to me, sobbing and sighing.
Said 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, 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 thirty-eight, 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 at the door, somebody's taking shots off.
I've been trying to call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?
I'm on Seven Mile. What the fuck was that? Damn, somebody hit me from the back.
-What they call? -With a gat, nigga, and my tire's 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 SUV.
-Shit, Master Click, -meet me from there. -Man, and I was on my way there.
Believe me, I'm leaving a carcass today. Now 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 and go -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 at the door, somebody's taking 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, three thousand and some odd fans.
And some kumquat 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 is the door into St. Andrew's Hall.
Now there's strays flying all over the place.
Grazed one bitch in the face, another one of them 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 Denine. And where the fuck is Vaughn?
He usually tucks one on him. Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre.
No, 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.
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 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 shooting it out, but I can't see who he's shooting it out with.
But Denine's right behind him, squeezing his fourth bitch.
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 at the door, somebody's taking shots off.
Friday night, came to this bitch right.
Big ass in 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 boss from 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.
One shot for the money, two's to stop the show, and third for the bartender.
-Bring me a bottle!
-I just wanna know who's driving a 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 at the door, somebody's taking shots off.