Released: April 6, 2004

Featuring: Lil Flip DMX David Banner

Songwriter: Dean Parks Don Fletcher Hal Davis David Banner DMX Lil Flip Yung Wun

Producer: Luis “Faust” Matos Jr.

[Intro: DMX]
Straight out of ATL
Ya' Mean
We got Yung Wun, choppin that thing baby
Swizz Beatz, Full Surface

[Verse 1: Yung Wun]
Bounce, bounce
When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start some shit
Block party in the hood, I might just start some shit
Underground downtown, I might just start some shit
Give me the keys to the city, I'm a lock this bitch
They ain't gon' take me alive and you can bet that
Hit 'em where the chest at
Hit 'em where the neck at
Show me where the rest at
They in the same building livin' like a mess pack
Four miles from where the deck at
Bet that, shawty
You and me gonna ride over to the other side
It's time these motherfuckers die
First make a prank call and get the kids out the house
I ain't tryin to kill no kids, but I'm a turn they lights out

[Hook: DMX]
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gone tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off

[Verse 2: David Banner]
Mississippi motherfucker, pop a dick in your mouth
South side 'til I die, smokin' dro in the drought
I make a bitch give me money then I'm kickin' her out
I spit game to your wife, then we robbin' your house
Y'all niggas love that way that we grippin' the grain
If you got it and I want it, I ain't callin' your name
Just lay it down, fuck boy, like I'm ballin', G
You get your chest in your lap, bitch, for fuckin' with me

[Hook: DMX]
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off

[Verse 3: Lil Flip]
You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game, in a 4-door Range
With a rose gold chain, wrapped around my neck
Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon
With my arm out the window, grippin' a Tec
Dog, get it right, I got Houston on lock
I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop, homie
You got Swiss on the beat, I gotta come with the heat
It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P

[Bridge: Yung Wun]
Get crunk in this thang, now set it off in this thang
We sippin' the lean and buy the bar, they know we drunk in this thang
Get it crunk in this thang, now set it off in this thang
We sippin' the lean and buy the bar, they know we drunk in this thang

[Hook: DMX]
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off
Tear it up, let me see you tear it up
All across the board we gon' tear it up
We gon' bounce it till the beat cut off
We gon' rock this motherfucker 'til the wheels fall off
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