D12 - 40 oz - Remix 2 by sh95 - With lyrics

bjbjLULU What! What!(all throughout the intro) Intro: [Kuniva} Yeah ***! D12 up in this ***, you know how it gets. We wilin' in the club. Everybody get crunk. Detroit too ***. So wile the *** out! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out!!! Pour your 40 out ***!!! We *** up, let us in the club. One of y'all *** gon' catch a slug, I'm so drunk i could hurl for a month. Any *** poppin ***, go to the trunk. D12 start ***, *** come get us, 7 Mile Runyan, wild *** wit us, cause all my *** is talkin' that ***. Ain't got no problem, with smackin no ***. I'll have my wife, cut your throat. Blunts, gans , that's all we smoke Wile the *** out, stab you with a knife. It's D12 ***, we ready to ***' fight [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 toastebitch I just clapped three people, you gon' be number four If you don't back the *** up, and get the *** 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!!!! We deep as a ***, 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, *** crying, *** 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 *** bloody. And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies. I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. 80 Proof on this ***, that's the name I want. I'm in the club to beef, you gotta *** me then Only talk to a *** 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 ***. If your chick get loud, I g-money that ***. 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. urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags Street urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags address urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags City urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags place What Samuel H Normal Samuel H Microsoft Office Word "Z0u What Titel Microsoft Office Word-document MSWordDoc Word.Document.8