[Intro - Bizarre] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")
nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the fuck
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40
out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! BITCH!!!
We fucked up, let us in da club
One of y'all niggaz gon catch a slug
drunk, I can url for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga
come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that
Aint got no problem, wit smacking no bitch
I'll have my wife, cut your
Blunts - gans, that's all we smoke
Wile the fuck out, stab you wit a
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight!
Who's trying to be the first one
To catch this blade in the throat?!
them po po won't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just cut three people, you gon be number
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!
My crew is takin over
as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you goin home!
they can't even stop us because they know!
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever we
Chugging on our 40's and holding 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!
grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!
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 wit AKs, barettas
We don't 'posed to be in
here wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, bitches
cryin, niggaz bleedin
You retreatin, running to your car and skatin off, we G'ing
examples outta you haters running yo mouth
You’re the reason why you peoples is pouring they
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggaz bloody
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all
[Verse - Proof]
I was raised by drunks so I became
80 Proof on this rocker, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta
murder me there
Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair
On the isle in the Vet, bumpin
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin loose
See me on the ave daily,
be running this shit
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch
Packing mags and
clips, I'll smash ya clique
Because a pussy put the G in the alphabet
drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out, the corner store got