DMX - Party Up Lyrics

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Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!

Chorus

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my d***
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the f*** you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all n***** remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,
It's like (what) I just gotta get my d*** sucked
And I don't know who the f*** you think you talkin' to but I'm not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin' that, now cause they miss you
Shit a n**** tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Chorus

Off the chain I leave n***** soft in the brain cause n***** still want the fame,
Off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be f***** with me
And you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you
Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my d*** and the mic?
Y'all n***** is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome?
Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like,
"So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go
" I'm tired of weak ass n***** whinin over p**** that don't belong to them,
F*** is wrong with them?
They f*** it up for real n***** like my mans and them who get it on
On the strength of the hands with them, MAN

Chorus

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin' to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type n*****
Fake up
North type n****
Puss like a soft white n****
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
N**** runnin his mouth?
I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin
You know who gon' find you?
(Who?)
Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Chorus

Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff
Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherf*****
X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again

Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
All my streets they bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin' again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R keep it comin' ain't nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin' y'all can do, now.. [BOOM]

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