D12 & Eminem 40 Oz (Dirty) Lyrics

Intro - Bizarre] (background "WHAT!" - 16x)
Yeah n____! It's D12 up in this m_________er!
You know how we get n____ we wild in the club
m_________ers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too n____!
So wile the f___ out!

[Chorus] (Backround "WHAT!" - 16x)
Pour Your 40 out!! Guzzle It! (8x)
b____!

[Verse - Bizarre]
We f___ed up, let us in the club
One of y'all n____z gon catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I could hurl for a month
Any n____ pop s___, go to the trunk
D12 start s___, n____ come get us
7 Mile Runyon, wild n____z wit us
Cause all my n____z, is talking that s___
And got no problem, wit smacking no b____
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
Blunts, cannons, that's all we smoke
Wile the f___ out, stab you wit a knife
It's D12 n____, we ready to f___ing fight!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Eminem]
Who's trying to be the first one
To catch this blade in the throat?!
You know them po po don't let me hold 'em toasters no more!
I just clapped at three, you gon be number four!
If you don't back the f___ up and get the f___ off the floor!
My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door!
You hit the door, but we comin in and you going home!
Security, they can't even stop us because they know!
Runyon Avenue, soldiers hold us down, rep where ever 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 m_________er, 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, b____es crying, n____z 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 n____z b_____
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 vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me dead
Only talk to a b____ - wit burgundy hair
On the Isle in the Vette, b__ping Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's coming loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this s___
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that b____
Packing mags and clips, I'll smash ya clique
Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out the corner store I got plenty!

[Chorus]