d12 OZ40 Lyrics
[Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")]
Yeah n____! It's D12 up in this motherf**ker!
You know how we get n____ we wild in the club
Motherf**kers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too n____!
So wile the f**k out!
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
We f**ked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all n____s gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any n____ pop s___, go to the trunk.
D12 start s___, n____ come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild n____s wit us,
Cause all my n____s is talkin' that s___.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no b____.
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____, we ready to f**kin' fight.
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the
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
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.
Suckin 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!!!!
We deep as a motherf**k, 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
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, n____s crying, n____s 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____s bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a b____ with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, b__p a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this s___.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that b____.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.