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Intro (background what! what! what!)]
Yeah nigga! it's d12 up in this motherf**ker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherf**kers, everybody get crunk in detroit too nigga!
So wile the f**k out!
[chorus]
Pour your 40 out. (guzzle it) [8x]
Bitch!!!
[bizzare]
We f**ked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (yeah)
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 runyan, wild niggas wit us,
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
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 nigga, we ready to f**kin' fight.
[chorus]
Biiitch
[eminem]
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 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.