[DMX]
Uh
Uh
Woo!

[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

[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick, a'ight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, done quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? A'ight
There go the gun click, nine-one-one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit?
Y'all niggas 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 talkin' to
But I'm not him, a'ight, 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 niggas soft in the brain
'Cause niggas 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 niggas is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You whack, you're twisted, your girl's a ho
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 niggas whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them; fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I bring down rain 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 you's a soft-type nigga
Fake up-North-type nigga
Push like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud, and we quick to the 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'm a keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth, I'm a 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!
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 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 X keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man X 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 nothin' y'all can do
Ain't nothin' y'all can do now

Writer : SIMMONS, EARL/DEAN, KASSEEM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group