Every day of my since 11-2-74 On the street makin CREAM galore Packin heat, stickin up stores and more Collectin interest off of to settle my score It deeper when things get real I'm to stickin out West Bank for my mill And I'm from Hempstead, it's close to the of Park South I'll be outside slingin, you're always high And don't come around to the of life We're to the death, you and me, this beef for I'm out to the fullest extent So far into my troubles it's for me to get back To my everyday self and you when you open then I bring you to a closure Put ice on a razor and freeze ya in ya I went for ya grill but you from my boulder I know this kid who says he ya because of that Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and that's Say no more, I put it on you while you was Murder without warning the very next
we step thru the door, party over, that's the endin You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of men Bump me and I'll bump you You ain't tough black, like you just get their life jacked But I'mma cool til you push me to the limit But try ta me and ya ass I get up all in it try to cop pleas now son, it's dead and done (I gave you warning) So run and get your guns It's on, time to em how I perform My will transform, leave you dead plus wrong the flow within, representin for Queens Shit is real, why you hopin it's all a dream But you can't wake up, wettin a you bless Chokin off your own blood, don't me you brought your own death
Ayo Noyd, it's on you, you wanna do? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you do? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big Noyd it's on you, you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you do? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started 'Who is this on my I was thinkin Then I it was my dun playin 911 I seen the numbers 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 between Manhattan and Avenue) This happened just out the blue dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off your dick (But she's cryin and she says she has 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 I mean? And hide yourself down with them fuckin sixteen Glock and get off block Then I up the cellular, ready to rock And on
Yo, you get in the streets, kid set it You gots no credit, fool you get Up the semi-auto Mac double, love it 'Did he shoot eleven or is what he wondered Nigga I got one more shot, you be drinkin Put the to his head, watch him start blinkin 'Am I goin to heaven or hell?' is he's thinkin Switch to a bitch as his start sinkin Down to a of no return Pull out the heat cos when the slugs hit it burns Now and think about your life for real Every member of my crew is livin for real Got self fucked into somethin that you couldn't finish Up against the fulliest and get diminished I'm from another E-N-S So why you tough talk? I'm not impressed If I you in the Bridge, I'd make you undress Give up the money, the especially the Guess
Big Noyd! Party's over, the rest of the crew Havoc! over, tell the rest of the crew Black Ice! Party's over, tell the rest of the Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the of the crew The Big Twins! Party's over, tell the of the crew Ty! Party's over, tell the rest of the Yo Black! It's over, tell the of the crew My man Killer! Party's over, the rest of the crew Germ! It's over, tell the rest of the Joe! It's 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! Party's over, tell the of the crew Tena! Party's over, the rest of the crew Skins! over, tell the rest of the crew And the whole fuckin projects! It's over, tell the of the crew It's over, tell the rest of the It's over, the rest of the crew Party's over, the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the The motherfuckin over, tell the rest of the crew