40 Oz - D12
[Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")]
Yeah n_gga! It's D12 up in this motherf_cker!
You know how we get n_gga we wild in the club
Motherf_ckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too n_gga!
So wile the f_ck out!
[Chorus]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
B_tch!!!
[Bizzare]
We f_cked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all n_ggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any n_gga pop sh_t, go to the trunk.
D12 start sh_t, n_gga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild n_ggas wit us,
Cause all my n_ggas is talkin' that sh_t.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no b_tch.
I'll have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the f_ck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 n_gga, we ready to f_ckin' fight.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the f_ck up, and get the f_ck up off the flo'.
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home.
Security that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
S_ckin on our 40's and holdin up .44's.
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!!!
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
We deep as a motherf_ck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, n_ggas crying, n_ggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat n_ggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a b_tch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this sh_t.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that b_tch.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.
[Chorus]
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