40 Oz.

Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!

You know how we get nigga we wild in the club

Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!

So wile the fuck out!

Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It), Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It)

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We fucked up

Let us in the club

One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)

I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month

Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk

D12 start shit, nigga come get us

7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us

Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit

Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch

I'll have my wife, cut your throat

Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke

Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife

It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight

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Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade 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 fuck up, and get the fuck 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

Chuggin' 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!!!!

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We deep as a motherfucker, 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, bitches crying, niggas 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 niggas bloodied

And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies

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I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk

Eighty proof on that vodka, that's the name I want

I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there

Only talk to a bitch 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 shit

If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch

Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique

Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet

Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy, and that Jimmy

Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty

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