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"Party Up" [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'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 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'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussy 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'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? (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] "Shot Down" (feat. 50 Cent, Styles P) [DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF! [50 Cent] Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy And when you gon' get it in your brain The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm craaazy If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like J.D. Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me See I'm cool with them Hatian mob niggaz To say "Sak pasé! map boulé" and rob niggaz The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that? See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers X whattup? (AIGHT!!) [Chorus: 50 Cent] You don't live that, you shouldn't say that Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN Throwin your money around and we don't play that Get in our line'll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga) We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN [DMX] Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit? Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (WHAT!) Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick! Ain't nuttin but a handful of man still standin I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?) Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?) But once we got through the trials it's all smiles 'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!) 45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave. I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga! [Chorus] [Styles P] Yeah, word, yeah If your head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh) You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked) Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that) Yea, what the fuck is the problem The Porsche is red the buckets is Army 30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea) Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word) Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough I'm the one that flood the gutters Better tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down [Chorus]

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