Yeahhhh Nigga
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Its D12 up in this motherfucka'
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you know how we get crunk and wild in this motherfucka'
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everybody get crunk in detroit too nigga
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so wild da fuck out
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[Chorus]
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Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It)
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(8x)
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Bitch!!!
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[Bizzare]
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We fucked up
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Let us in the club
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One of y'all n|ggas gon' catch a slug (Yeah)
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I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month
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Any nigga poppin shit go to the trunk
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D12 start shit nigga come get us
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7 Mile Runyon, wild niggas wit us
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Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit
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Ain't got no problem with smackin no bitch
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I'll have my wife cut your throat
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Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
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Wild the fuck out stab you with a knife
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It's D12 nigga we ready to fuckin' fight
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[Chorus]
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[Eminem]
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Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate in the throat
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You know the po-po won't let me hold them toastas' no mo'
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I just cut three people, you gon' be number fo'
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If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck up off the flo'
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My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
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You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home
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Security that can't even stop us because they know,
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Runyon Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go
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Suckin on our 40's and holdin our 44's
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We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans
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And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own
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So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!
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[Chorus]
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[Kuniva]
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We deep as a fuck, we bout to get it crunk
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you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
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I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
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We don't 'posed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us
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Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
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Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
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Elbows flyin, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating
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Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
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We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth
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You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40's out
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Dirty Dozen 'wildin, beatin niggas bloodied
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And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
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[Chorus]
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[Proof]
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I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk
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80 Proof on this vodka that's the name I want
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I'm in the club to beef you gotta murder me then
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Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair
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On the Isle in the Vette bumpin' seven deuce
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See the top on that 40 you know it's comin' loose
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See me on the Ave. daily we runnin' this shit
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If your chick get loud I g-money that bitch
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Packin mags and clips I'll smash your clique
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Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet
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Smoking weed drinkin' Henny, Remy, in that Jimmy
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Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty
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[Chorus]
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Pour Your 40 Out
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| D-12 |
