Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")]
Yeah n***a! It's D12 up in this motherf**er!
You know how we get n***a we wild in the club
Motherf**ers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too n***a!
So wile the f** out!
[Hook]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
b**h!
[Verse 1: Bizzare]
We f**ed up
Let us in the club
One of y'all n***as gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month
Any n***a pop sh**, go to the trunk
D12 start sh**, n***a come get us
7 Mile Runyan, wild n***as wit us
Cause all my n***as is talkin' that sh**
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no b**h
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the f** out, stab you with a knife
It's D12 n***a, we ready to f**in' fight
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade 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** up, and get the f** 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!!!!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
We deep as a motherf**er, 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, bra** knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flying, b**hes crying, n***as 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 n***as bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk
Eighty proof on that vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a b**h 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 Av. daily, we runnin' this sh**
If your chick get loud, I g-money that b**h
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy, and that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty
[Hook]