[DMX]
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Yea, DMX
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Straight out of ATL
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Ya' Mean
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We got Yung Wun, choppin that thing baby,
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Once Again, Swiss Beats, Full Surface,
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[Yung Wun]
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Bounce, Bounce
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When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start sum shit,
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Block party in the hood, I might just start sum shit,
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Underground Downtown, I might just start sum shit,
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Gimme the keys to the city, Ima lock this bitch,
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They aint gon take me alive and u can bet dat,
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Hit 'em where the chest at,
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Hit 'em where the neck at,
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Show me where the rest at,
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They in the same building livin' like a mess pack,
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From my eyes from where the deck at
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Bet Dat, Shawty,
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U and me gonna ride over to the other side,
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Its time these muthafuckas die,
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First make a prank call and get the kidz out the house,
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I aint tryin to kill no kids, Ima turn they lights out
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[chorus 2x : DMX]
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AAAAAAHHHH, Tear it Up, Lemme see you Tear It Up
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All across the board we gon Tear It Up,
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We gon bounce it till the beat cut off,
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We gon rock dis muthafucka till the wheels fall off
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[David Banner]
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Mississippi mutherfucker, Pop a dick in ur mouth,
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Southside till i die, smokin dro in the drop,
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I Make a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin her out,
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I spit game to your wife, then we robbin your house,
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Yall niggaz love that way that we grippin the grain,
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If you got it and I want it, I aint callin your name,
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Just lay it down, Fuck Boy, like I'm ballin G,
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You get yo' chest in yo' lap if you fuckin with me
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[chorus 2x]
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[LIl' Flip]
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You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game,
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In a 4-door range,
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With a Rose gold chain,
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Wrapped around my neck,
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Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon,
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With my arm out the window, grippin' a Tech,
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Dawg, get it right, I got Houston on lock,
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I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop,
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Homey, U got Swiss on the beat,
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I gotta come with da heat,
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It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P
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[Chorus 2x]
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Tear It Up
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| DMX |
