What! What!(all throughout the intro)
Intro: [Kuniva}
Yeah nigga! D12 up in this motherfucker, you know how it gets.
We wilin' in the club. Everybody get crunk. Detroit too nigga. So wile the fuck out!
Chorus:
Pour your 40 out (8x) Bitch!!!
[Bizarre]
We fucked up,
let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug,
I'm so drunk i could hurl for a month.
Any nigga poppin 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
Wile the fuck out, stab you with a knife.
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in their throat
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just clapped 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!!!!
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
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 free g-ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40 out.
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggas bloody.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
[Chorus]
[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 then
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 Ave. 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]
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