40 Oz Lyrics - D12 World - D-12

Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! 

You know how we get nigga we wild in the club 

Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! 

So wile the fuck out! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Bitch! 

We fucked up, let us in the club 

One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug 

I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a month 

Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk 

D12 start shit, nigga come get us 

7 Mile run in, wild niggas wit us 

Cause all my niggas, is talking that shit 

And got no problem, wit smacking no bitch 

I'll have my wife, cut your throat 

Blunts, cannons, that's all we smoke 

Wile the fuck out, stab you wit a knife 

It's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Bitch! 

Who's trying to be the first one 

To catch this blade in the throat?! 

You know them po po don't let me hold 'em toasters no more! 

I just clapped three people, you gon' be number four! 

If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor! 

My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door! 

You hit the door, but we coming in and you going home! 

Security, they can't even stop us because they know! 

Runyan Avenue soldiers hold us down, rep where ever we go! 

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! 

So grab whatever you sipping on and let's get it on!! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Bitch! 

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 AK's, barettas 

We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us 

Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle 

Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble 

Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding 

You retreating, running to your car and skating off, re G'ing 

We examples outta you haters running yo mouth 

You reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out 

Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggas bloody 

And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Bitch! 

I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk 

80 Proof on this vodka, that's the name I want 

I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there 

Only talk to a bitch, with burgundy hair 

ON the Isle in the Vette, bumping Seven Duece! 

See that top on that 40, you know it's coming 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 of Proof, they put the G in the alphabet 

Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy 

Don't worry if you run out the corner store I got plenty! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It! 

Bitch!