Trackboyz - 40 Oz lyrics

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]