40 Oz. - Eminem

Yeah n**ga it's D12 up in this motherf**ker
You know how we get n**ga we wild in the club
Motherf**kers everybody get crunk in detroit too n**ga
So wile the f**k 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
B**ch
We f**ked up
Let us in the club
One of y'all n**gas gon' catch a slug yeah
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month
Any n**ga pop sh*t go to the trunk
D12 start sh*t n**ga come get us
7 Mile Runyan wild n**gas with us
'Cause all my n**gas is talkin' that sh*t
Ain't got no problem with smacking no b**ch
I'll have my wife cut your throat
Blunts gans that's all we smoke
Wild the f**k out stab you with a knife
It's D12 n**ga we ready to f**kin' fight
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
B**ch
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**k up and get the f**k up off the flo'
My crew is taking 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 holding 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 sipping on and let's get it on
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
B**ch
We deep as a motherf**ker 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 don't 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 b**ches crying n**gas bleeding you retreating
Run into your car and skating off we g'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth
You the reason why your peoples is pouring they 40 z out
Dirty dozen wilding beat n**gas bloodied
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
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
B**ch
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**ch 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*t
If your chick get loud I G money that b**ch
Packing mags and clips I'll smash your clique
Because of proof they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking w**d drinking Henny Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty
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