"What! What! What!" 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 f*ck out! [Chorus] Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Pour your forty out. (Guzzle It) Bitch! We fucked up, Let us in the club. One of why'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, Seven 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 f*ck out, stab you with a knife, It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight. [Chorus] 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. Suckin' on our forty'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] We deep as a motherfuck, 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 don't 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, niggas 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. [Chorus] I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. Eighty 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 bitch with burgundy hair. Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce. See that top on that forty, 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, in that jimmy Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty. [Chorus]
Written by: Von M Carlisle, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus Johnson, Joe A Kent, Marshall B Mathers, Mark A Williams
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