Party Up (Up in Here) (Dubstep Remix)-DMX

Party Up (Up In Here) (Dubstep Remix) - 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 ***** you gonna cross the dog with some bum sh*t? aight There go the gun click, nine one one sh*t All over some dumb sh*t, ain't that some sh*t 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 don't know who the ***** 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 Sh*t a ni**a 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 ain't rapped long enough To be *****in 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? Yall niggaz is characters, not even good actors Whats gon be the outcome? hmm, lets add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girls a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and erybody 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 a** niggaz whinin over puss That don't belong to them, ***** is wrong with them? They ***** 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 ni**a Fake up north type ni**a Puss like a soft white ni**a 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, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, ima keep the gun out Ni**a runnin his mouth? ima blow his lung out Listen, yo a** 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 mother*****er 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, ain't nuttin yall Ain't nuttin yall can do, now.. {*boom*}