we get crunk and wild in this motherfucka' everybody get crunk in detroit too nigga so wild da fuck out [Chorus] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x)
fuck wit' me. I'm gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell. Wit' cho' punk ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin
s a tell all nigga wait till my movie come out im glad it aint based on my life with that knock off 8 mile shit you could never be eminem mother fucker
did was stand around and get too hot Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side Losin' all my money and I'm killin' time Ol' bill he come a-runnin' like
white and the best golfer's black?" and I'm the one who's gotta catch all the flack offa' that but these are the people who never had heard of an Eminem until 8 Mile
before the cops came through and try to grill 'em I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit Canibus,
[Planetary:] Put me in the booth and I'll brodie your wave files You still getting booed at the open mic like 8 Mile You still actin' like spoken word
s A Tell All Nigga Wait Till My Movie Come Out Im Glad It Aint Based On My Life With That Knock Off 8 Mile Shit You Could Never Be Eminem Mother Fucker
in peace then fuck it let's die They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his eye Smash mode soilder we runnin
nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! [Chorus] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
[Chorus] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x] Bitch!!! [Bizzare] We fucked up, Let us in the club. One of y'all n|ggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah) I'm so
yelling, the cops won't come You want beef, we got burgers and then some We from the era when we learned on our own Runnin wild in the streets with both
m goin' way way back, hey Dad press this record on the 8-track If you don't let me get 'em I'm a paint my face black Runnin' in that bitch strapped like
any day wit some tap tap And that's that Im the wildest from the the wolfpack Back back U aint notin but a snack pack And when u runnin don't look back
then get off the bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a
, the gun started sparkin Popo got to chalkin [Chorus] - 2X - (w/out - "nigga" at the beginning of the second time) Nigga if I made it to 8 Mile, you
it ain't no tellin' when we comin' Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still runnin' Cuz real killers make them real
click We can take this shit to the morgue You got homeboys, we got homeboys [CHORUS] [Rasir X] Well its 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 motherfuckers Runnin with the