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Album: Miscellaneous (2009)
Artists: D-12

Bài hát: 40 oz.
Nghệ sĩ: D-12
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D-12
Miscellaneous
40 oz.
(hook:x8) 40 oz. guzzle up
(bazarre:)
we fucked up let us in the club, one of ya'll n*ggaz gon' catch a slug/ i'm so drunk i can hurel for a month, any n*gga pop shit go to the trunk/d 12 start shit n*gga come get us, 7 mile runnin wild n*ggaz wit' us,/ bazarre my n*ggaz is talkin that shit, and got no problem with smackin no bitch/ i'll have my wife cut your throat, blunts here is all we smoke/ while the fuck out stab you with a knife, this is d 12 n*gga we ready to fuckin fight.
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(eminem)you tryin to be the first one to catch this plate and throu'll, you know the po-po dont let me hold them tosters no mo'/ i just cut 3 people you gon' be number fo',if you dont back the fuck up and get the fuck off the flo'/my crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do', you hit the door but we comin in so you goin home/ seceity cant even stop us because they know,( slured words)/chugin on our 40s and holdin our 44s, we holdin tosters like we just opened savings and loans/ we dont need your brew 2night homie we brought our own, so grab whatever you sippin on and lets get it on
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(kenivue)we deep as a motha'fucka' about to get it crunk, you just another punk in the club about to get jumped/ i settel my vendettas with AKs berettas, we not 'post to be in here with are weapons but still they let us/ switchblades, brass knuckles, nickle plated belt buckles, broken beer bottles when we walk in you can smell trouble/ elbowes flyin,bitchs cryin, n*ggas bleedin, you retreatin to your car skatin off with g's/ we make examples out of you haters runnin your mouth, your the reason your people is pourin they 40s out/ dirty dozen whilin, beatin n*ggas bloody, and you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
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(proof) i was raised by drunks so i becaim a drunk, proof motha'fucka' thats the name i want/ i'm in the club to beef, you gotta murda me to >?/only talk to a bitch with burgandy hair, on the island infact bumpin 7 douce, see the top on that 40 you know it's comin loose/see me on the ave . daylie be runnin the shit, if your chick get loud i g money that bitch/ packin mags and clips i'll smash your click, cuz the pussys put the g in the alphabet/ smokin weed drinkin hennie, remmie and the jennie, when i run out the conner store i got pleanty.
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