Party Up
DMX

Chorus:
Ya'll gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Ya'll gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Ya'll gon' make me act the fool
Up in here, up in here
Ya'll gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

Verse 1:
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens been up in 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, 9-1-1 shit
All over some dumb shit
Ain't that some shit
Ya'll niggas remind me of a strip club
'Cause every time you come around, it's like what
I jus' gotta get my dick sucked
An' I don't know who the fuck 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
An' we all thought you loved yo'self
But that couldn't have been the issue
Or maybe they jus' sayin' that now 'cause they miss you
Maybe they 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

Verse 2:
Off the chain
I leave niggas soft in the brain
'Cause niggas still want the fame off the name
First of all, you ain't raped long enough
To be fuckin' with me
And you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite
An' I'll smack you with my dick and the mic
Ya'll niggas 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 broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody 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 niggas whinin' over pussy that don't belong to them
What the fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it all on the strength of the hands with them
Man . . .

Chorus

Verse 3:
I bring down rains so heavy it hurts the head
No more talkin'
Put him in the dirt instead
You keep walkin'
'Less you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up fed, ya'll end up dead
'Cause yous a soft type nigga
Fake up North type nigga
Pussy 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, everybody come out
Don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth?
I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you?
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

Bridge:
Hold up
One, two, meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers gon' meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies gon' meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street, street peoples meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside