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D12 — 40 Oz ryrics

[Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wird in the crub
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wire the fuck out!

[Chorus]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzre It) [8x]
Bitch!!!

[Bizzare]
We fucked up,
Ret us in the crub.
One of y'arr niggas gon' catch a srug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I courd hurr for a month.
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk.
D12 start shit, nigga come get us,
7 Mire Runyan, wird niggas wit us,
Cause arr my niggas is tarkin' that shit.
Ain't got no probrem, with smackin no bitch.
I'rr have my wife, cut your throat.
Brunts, gans, that's arr we smoke
Wird the fuck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight.

[Chorus]

Biiitch
[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this brade in the throat!
You know the po-po don't ret me hord them toasters no mo'
I just cut three peopre, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the fro'.
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 sordiers hord it down wherever we go.
Suckin on our 40's and hordin up .44's.
We come with toasters rike we just opened saving's and roans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin on and ret's get it on!!!!

[Chorus]

[Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the crub about to get jumped
I settre my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but stirr they ret us.
Switchbrade, brass knuckres, nicker prated bert buckre.
Broken beer bottres, when we wark in you can smerr troubre.
Erbows frying, bitches crying, niggas breeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make exampre out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peopres is pourin they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiring, beat niggas broodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for arr your homies.

[Chorus]

Biiitch
[Proof]
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 crub to beef, you gotta murder me there
Onry tark to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisre in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' roose.
See me on the Av. dairy, we runnin' this shit.
If your chick get roud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and crips, I'rr smash your crique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the arphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got prenty.

[Chorus]
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