Yeah nigga! Its 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!
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It)
Bitch!!!
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of yall niggas gon catch a slug, (Yeah)
Im 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.
Aint got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
Ill have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, thats all we smoke
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife,
Its D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin fight.
Biiitch
Who tryin to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know the po-po dont let me hold them toasters no mo
I just cut three people, you gon be number four
If you dont back the fuck up, and get the fuck 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 cant even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
Suckin on our 40s and holdin up .44s.
We come with toasters like we just opened savings and loans.
And we dont need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin on and lets get it on!!!!
We deep as a motherfuck, we bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AKs, Berettas
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We Ging
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 niggas bloodied.
And you gon have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
Biiitch
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, thats the name I want.
Im in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know its comin loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin this shit.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and clips, Ill smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Dont worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.
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