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 men 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 every time
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 talking 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 saying that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, looking at the roof of the church
Preacher telling the truth and it hurts
Chorus
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 fucking 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 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 niggaz whining 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
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talking put him in the dirt instead
You keep waling lest you trying to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause you'se 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, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga running his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missing
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishing
Grandma wishing 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 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, outside motherfucker
X is got y'all bouncing again
Bouncing again, bounce-bouncing again
Dark Man X got ya bouncing again
Bouncing again, bounce-bouncing again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncing again
Bouncing again, bounce-bouncing again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncing again (DMX)
Bouncing again, bounce-bouncing again
Dark Man keep you bouncing again
Bouncing again, bounce-bouncing again
Dark Man keep you bouncing again
Bouncing again, bounce-bouncing again
All my streets they bouncing again
Bouncing again, we're bouncing again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncing again (ain't nonthin' yall)
Bouncing again and we bouncing again (ain't nothin' yall can do)
Double R keep it coming, ain't nothin' y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. *BOOM*