D-12 - 40 Oz

Intro - Kuniva (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")
Yeah nigg*! It's D12 up in this motherfker!
You know how we get nigg* we wild in the club
Motherfkers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigg*!
So wile the fk out!

Chorus
Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour your 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour your 40 out!! b*tch!!!

Verse - Bizarre
We fked up, let us in da club
One of y'all gon catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I can url for a month
Any nigg* pop s**t, go to the trunk
D12 start s**t, nigg* come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild wit us
Cause all my , is talking that s**t
Aint got no problem, wit smacking no b*tch
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts - gans, that's all we smoke
Wile the fk out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 nigg*, we ready to fking fight!

Chorus

Verse - Eminem
Who's trying to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know them po po won't let me hold 'em toasters no mo!
I just clapped three people, you gon be number fo!
If you don't back the fk up and get the fk off the floor!
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you goin home!
Security, they can't even stop us because they know!
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go!
Chuggin on our 40's and holdin our forty-fo's!
We come wit toasters like we just opened savings 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

Verse - Kuniva
We deep as a motherfker, we bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas wit AKs, barettas
We ain't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckles
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, girls cryin, bleedin
You retreatin, running to your car and skatin off, we G'ing(nigg*)
We make examples outta you haters running yo mouth
Youre the reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat blood
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!

Chorus

Verse - Proof
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof ON THIS VODKA, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a b*tch - wit burgundy hair
On the isle in the Vet, bumpin Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this s**t
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that b*tch
Packing mags and clips, I'll smash ya clique
Because of Proof, they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out, the corner store got plenty!

Chorus

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