Every day of my since 11-2-74 On the street non-stop CREAM galore Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and Collectin interest off of to settle my score It gets deeper when get real I'm to stickin out West Bank for my mill And I'm from Hempstead, it's close to the shacks of Park While I'll be slingin, you're always high And don't come to the crossroads of life We're to the death, you and me, this beef for I'm goin out to the extent So far into my troubles it's hard for me to get To my everyday and composure Catch you when you open then I you to a closure Put ice on a and freeze ya in ya shoulder I went for ya but you dent from my boulder I this kid who says he knows ya because of that Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and that Say no more, I put it on you you was yawning Murder warning the very next morning
Once we step thru the door, over, that's the endin You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of men Bump me and bump you back You ain't black, niggas like you just get their life jacked But I'mma cool nigga til you me to the limit But try ta me and ya ass I get up all in it Don't try to cop now son, it's dead and done (I you fair warning) So run and get your guns It's on, time to show em how I My attitude will transform, leave you plus wrong Gettin the within, representin for Queens Shit is real, why you hopin it's all a dream But you can't up, wettin a chest you bless Chokin off your own blood, blame me you brought your own death
Ayo Noyd, on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the Yo Big Noyd it's on you, you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the of the crew
My kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin 'Who is this on my mind?' I was Then I it was my dun playin 911 Once I seen the I ran for the fuckin guns My dun in trouble, I be there on the I up in the bubble, yo kid where are you? (1-14 Manhattan and Morningside Avenue) This just right out the blue Aiyo dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off dick (But cryin and she says she has feelins and shit) Yo it's a set-up, niggas got me fed up Ty stay in the buildin, if they fuckin buck em Get up off the scene, you know what I And hide yourself down with them other fuckin and get off they block Then I hung up the cellular, ready to And on
Yo, you get in the streets, kid set it You no credit, fool you get wetted Up the semi-auto Mac double, love it 'Did he shoot eleven or is what he wondered Nigga I got one shot, you must be drinkin Put the heater to his head, watch him blinkin 'Am I goin to heaven or hell?' is what thinkin Switch to a bitch as his life start to a level of no return Pull out the heat cos the slugs hit it definitely burns Now chill and think about life for real Every of my crew is livin life for real Got your self fucked into that you couldn't finish Up the fulliest squad and get diminished I'm from Q-U-E another So why you tough talk? I'm not impressed If I seen you in the Bridge, I'd make you Give up the money, the polo the Guess
Big Noyd! over, tell the rest of the crew Havoc! over, tell the rest of the crew Black Ice! Party's over, tell the of the crew Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the rest of the The Big Twins! Party's over, tell the of the crew Ty! over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Black! It's over, tell the rest of the My man Killer! Party's over, the rest of the crew Germ! It's over, tell the of the crew Karate Joe! over, tell the rest of the crew Ron Gotti! It's over, the rest of the crew Capone! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Rasheim! Party's over, the rest of the crew Stobo! over, tell the rest of the crew Tena! Party's over, tell the rest of the Skins! over, tell the rest of the crew And the whole projects! It's over, tell the rest of the crew It's over, the rest of the crew It's over, the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the over, tell the rest of the crew The motherfuckin party's over, the rest of the crew