Every day of my since 11-2-74 On the street makin CREAM galore Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and Collectin interest off of extortions to my score It gets deeper things get real I'm down to out West Bank for my mill And I'm from Hempstead, it's to the shacks of Park South While I'll be outside slingin, always high And don't come to the crossroads 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 hard for me to get back To my everyday and composure Catch you when you open then I you to a closure Put ice on a razor and ya in ya shoulder I went for ya but you dent from my boulder I know this kid who says he knows ya because of Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and that Say no more, I put it on you you was yawning without warning the very next morning
Once we step thru the door, party over, the endin You and your leave out, a bunch of dead men Bump me and bump you back You ain't tough black, niggas like you just get life jacked But cool nigga til you push me to the limit But try ta me and ya ass I get up all in it Don't try to cop pleas now son, it's dead and (I you fair warning) So run and get your guns It's on, time to show em how I My attitude transform, leave you dead plus wrong the flow within, representin for Queens Shit is real, why you hopin that it's all a But you can't up, wettin a chest you bless Chokin off your own blood, don't me you brought your own death
Ayo Noyd, it's on you, you wanna do? Whatever? over, tell the rest of the crew Yo Big it's on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? Party's over, tell the 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 on you, what you wanna do? Whatever? over, tell the rest of the crew
My beeper kept beepin, the numbers started leakin 'Who is on my mind?' I was thinkin Then I realised it was my dun 911 Once I the numbers I ran for the fuckin guns My dun in trouble, I be on the double I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid 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 a set-up, them niggas got me fed up Ty in the buildin, if they move fuckin buck em Get up off the scene, you know I mean? And hide yourself down with them other fuckin Glock and get off block Then I hung up the cellular, to rock And on
Yo, you get in the streets, kid set it You gots no credit, you get wetted Up with the semi-auto Mac double, it 'Did he shoot eleven or twelve?' is he wondered I got one more shot, you must be drinkin Put the to his head, watch him start blinkin 'Am I to heaven or hell?' is what he's thinkin Switch to a bitch as his life start Down to a level of no Pull out the heat cos when the hit it definitely burns Now chill and about your life for real member of my crew is livin life for real Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldn't Up against the squad and get diminished I'm Q-U-E another E-N-S 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! Party's over, the rest of the crew Havoc! Party's over, tell the of the crew Black Ice! Party's over, the rest of the crew Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the rest of the The Big Twins! Party's over, the rest of the crew Ty! Party's over, the rest of the crew Yo Black! It's over, tell the of the crew My man Killer! over, tell the rest of the crew Germ! It's over, tell the rest of the Karate Joe! It's over, tell the of the crew Ron Gotti! over, tell the rest of the crew Karl Capone! over, tell the rest of the crew Rasheim! Party's over, tell the rest of the Stobo! Party's over, the rest of the crew Tena! Party's over, tell the rest of the Skins! It's over, tell the rest of the And the whole fuckin projects! It's over, the rest of the crew It's over, tell the of the crew It's over, the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the Party's over, tell the rest of the The party's over, tell the rest of the crew