We fucked up, let us in the club
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then
Bitch
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch
'Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy in that jimmy
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate in the throat
So while the fuck out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Packin' mags and clips, I'll smash your clique
Security that can't even stop us because they know
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
Run into your car and skatin' off, we G'ing
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on
Bitch
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
We come with toasters like we just opened savings and loans
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
I'm so drunk, I can hurl for a month
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
Ain't got no problem, with smackin' no bitch
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce
I'll have my wife, cut your throat
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Elbows flying, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40s out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
Bitch
Bitch
Suckin on our 40's and holdin up 44's
Because of Proof they put the 'G' in the alphabet
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
D12 start shit, nigga come get us
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair
Pour your 40 out, pour your 40 out
My crew is takin' over as soon as we hit the do'
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
