[Intro: Bizarre & Swifty McVay]
Yeah (Ha-ha-ha)
Welcome to Amityville (Detroit, n***a, 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]
N***a, we violently active, so fuck with us (Uh-huh)
See, I'm backwards, I slap n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a that's gon' put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game (Nope)
Make the hardest n***a 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 n***as'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 (Need Jesus!)
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

[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)

[Outro: Swifty McVay, Eminem & Bizarre]
Ha, n***a, n***a, n***a (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, Detriot)
N***a, n***a, n***a (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
N***a, 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...!