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Party Up Lyrics

Artist DMX

[DMX] Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX 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 [DMX] 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 dick and all them other cats

you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck 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 niggaz remind me of a strip club,

cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick

sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I am 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 nigga

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 [DMX] Off the chain I leave

niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of

all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin 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 dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz 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 am tired of weak ass niggaz

whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck

it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the

hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] 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

nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga 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 ama keep the gun

out Nigga runnin his mouth? I ama 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 [DMX] 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 motherfucker 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 (DMX)

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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