Original Lyrics:
D12 World
40 Oz.
[Intro - Bizarre] (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")
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!
[Chorus]
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it!
Pour the 40 out!! Guzzle it! Pour the 40 out!! BITCH!!!
[Verse - Bizarre]
We fucked up, let us in da club
One of y'all niggaz gon catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I can url for a month
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that shit
Aint got no problem, wit smacking no bitch
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts - gans, that's all we smoke
Wile the fuck out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Eminem]
Who's trying to be the first one
To catch this blade in the throat?!
You know them po po won't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just cut 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 takin over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you goin home!
Security, they can't even stop us because they know!
Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever 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 sippin on and let's get it on!!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Kuniva]
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 AKs, barettas
We don't 'posed to be in here wit our weapons but still they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckles
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, bitches cryin, niggaz bleedin
You retreatin, running to your car and skatin off, we G'ing
We make examples outta you haters running yo mouth
You¡¯re the reason why you peoples is pouring they 40's out
Dirty Dozen wiling, beat niggaz bloody
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Proof]
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof on this rocker, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair
On the isle in the Vet, bumpin Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin 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 a pussy put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out, the corner store got plenty!
[Chorus]
The effect Lyrics:
D12 World
40 The Wizard of Oz.
[Introduction - Fantasy] (background What! What! What!)
Yes ah nigga! This is the D12 in this motherfucker!
You understand how we can get the club nigga we wild
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit also nigga!
Therefore, a hell of deception!
[Chorus]
Into 40 people! Drink it! Into 40 people! Drink it!
Into 40 people! Drink it! Into 40 people! Drink it!
Into 40 people! Drink it! Into 40 people! Drink it!
Into 40 people! Drink it! Into 40 people! Whore!
[Poetry - fantasy]
We have sexual intercourse, and let us in the club
Niggaz you take a bullet-kun
I really drunk, I can site a month
Any nigga pop-up dog feces, to the trunk
D12 dog feces to start, let us now nigga
7 miles Runyon, wild niggaz wit us
Lead to all my niggaz, about this dog feces
There is no problem, that is not often beaten whore
I want my wife to your throat
The order of the day - Gans, it was smoke all of our
Pregnant with hell, and the wisdom of your knife stab
This is the D12 nigga, we are prepared to struggle hell!
[Chorus]
[Poetry - Eminem]
Who is trying to become the first
In order to catch up with the blade of the throat!
Tai Po Tai Po you know they will not let me as a 'time there is no toaster!
I was only 3 people, you are ranked fourth-kun!
If you do not return to hell and hell from the floor!
Takin my crew, and once we reached the door!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you go home Brian!
Security, they can not even stop us because they know!
Runyon Avenue soldiers held us down, we go!
Chugging we held 40 and 40 of the Guangfo!
We came to the wisdom of toaster, we just opened savings and loans!
And we do not need your brew tonight homie we brought our own!
Therefore, to seize you and let us sippin on!
[Chorus]
[New Verse - Kuniva]
We are deeply motherfucker, we race to get crunk
You just another punk in the club to grow on
I resolve the vengeance wit AKs, barettas
We do not 'put forward here wit our weapons, but they let us
Switch blade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin, crying son of a bitch, niggaz bleedin
You retreatin, run to the car and skatin closed, and we G'ing
Example of our out of control you run your mouth haters
Why are your people, 40 pouring out
Dirty Dozen would like, beat niggaz bloody
Kun you have been put into the barrels of all the homies!
[Chorus]
[Poetry - proof]
My drunkard, so I become a drunk
80 to prove that this rock, which is the name I want to
My beef in the club, do you love me with murder
Talk about a bitch - wit burgundy hair
Island in the veterinary, bumpin Seven Duece!
See the top, the 40, you know it's comin loose
Road to see me every day, running the dog feces
If your chicken to be loud, I will whore money G
Packing mags and clips, I will smash sub-group
As the cat to G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and Jimmy
Do not worry if you are running, a large number of corner store!
[Chorus]
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