40 Oz. (Remix) - Eminem/D12/Lil Scrappy

Bizarre：

We f**ked up

Let us in the club

One of y'all n***as gon' catch a slug

Yeah

I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month

Any n***a pop s**t go to the trunk

D12 start s**t n***a come get us

7 Mile Runyon wild n***as with us

'Cause all my n***as is talkin' that s**t

Ain't got no problem with smackin' no b***h

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***a we ready to f**kin' fight

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 clapped 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 but we comin' in and you goin' home

Security they can't even stop us because they know

Runyon Avenue soldiers hold us down wherever we go

Chuggin' on our 40s and holdin' up .44s

We come with 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 sippin' on and let's get it on

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Kuniva：

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 'posed 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 flyin' b***hes cryin' n***as bleedin' you retreatin'

Run into your car and skatin' off we G'ing

We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth

You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40s out

Dirty Dozen wildin' beat n***as bloodied

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

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

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***h with burgundy hair

Or the aisle in the 'Vette bumpin' Seven-Deuce

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

See me on the ave daily be runnin' this s**t

If your chick get loud I g-money that b***h

Packin' mags and clips I'll smash your clique

Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet

Smokin' w**d drinkin' Henny Remy and that Jimmy

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

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

Guzzle it

Pour your 40 out

B***h