Party Up / Up In Here Lyrics by DMX

[dmx]
Uhh.. uh! .. whoo!

Chorus: dmx

Yall gon make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Yall gon make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Yall gon make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Yall gon make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

[dmx]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then its 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 f*ck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, aint that some shit
Yall niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
You come around, its like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I dont know who the f*ck you think you talkin to
But Im 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 couldnt have been the issue, or maybe
They just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
Thats 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 aint rapped long enough
To be f*ckin with me and you, you aint 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?
Yall niggaz is characters, not even good actors
Whats gon be the outcome? hmm, lets add up all the factors
You wack, youre twisted, your girls a hoe
Youre broke, the kid aint yours, and erybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, so?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go
Im tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss
That dont belong to them, f*ck is wrong with them?
They f*ck 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, yall end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up north type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, bloods 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, erybody come out, dont nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, ima keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? ima 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 souls at rest
But its 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 motherf*cker

X is got yall bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark man x got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz beatz got yall bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (swizz beatz)
Ruff ryders got yall 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, were bouncin again
Swizz swizz beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double r keep it comin, aint nuttin yall
Aint nuttin yall can do, now.. {*boom*}