40 Oz. (Live) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Written by：Bizarre/Kuniva, Proof/Trackboyz/Eminem

Yeah n**ga it's D12 up in this motherf**ker

You know how we get n**ga we wild in the club

Motherf**kers everybody get crunk in detroit too n**ga

So wile the f**k out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

B**ch

We f**ked up

Let us in the club

One of y'all n**gas gon' catch a slug yeah

I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month

Any n**ga pop sh*t go to the trunk

D12 start sh*t n**ga come get us

7 Mile Runyan wild n**gas with us

'Cause all my n**gas is talkin' that sh*t

Ain't got no problem with smacking no b**ch

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 n**ga we ready to f**kin' fight

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

B**ch

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 taking 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

Chuggin' on our 40's and holding up 44's

We come with toasters like we just opened saving's 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

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

B**ch

We deep as a motherf**ker we 'bout to get it crunk

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

I settle my vendettas with AK's Berettas

We don't 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 b**ches crying n**gas bleeding you retreating

Run into your car and skating off we g'ing

We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth

You the reason why your peoples is pouring they 40 z out

Dirty dozen wilding beat n**gas bloodied

And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

B**ch

I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk

Eighty proof on that vodka that's the name I want

I'm in the club to beef you gotta murder me there

Only talk to a b**ch with burgundy hair

Or the aisle in the back bump a seven deuce

See that top on that 40 you know it's comin' loose

See me on the AV daily we runnin' this sh*t

If your chick get loud I G money that b**ch

Packing mags and clips I'll smash your clique

Because of proof they put the G in the alphabet

Smoking w**d drinking Henny Remy and that Jimmy

Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out

Pour your 40 out