[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!

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Pour the 40 out!! Pour the 40 out!!
Pour the 40 out!! Pour the 40 out!!
Pour the 40 out!! Pour the 40 out!!
Pour the 40 out!! Pour the 40 out!! BITCH!!!

[Verse - Bizarre]
We fucked up, let us in the club
One of y'all niggaz 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 niggaz wit us
Cause all my niggaz, is talking that shit
And 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 his plate in the throat?!
You know them po po don't let me hold 'em
toasters no more!
I just clap and heave em, 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 going in and you going
home!
Security, they can't even stop us because they
know!
Running avenues, soldiers hold us down, rep where
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!!

[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
buckle
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can
smell trouble
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggaz 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 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 got to murder me
dead
Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair
Only I'll lean a 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 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]