Every day of my life 11-2-74 On the street makin non-stop CREAM Packin heat, stickin up weed and more Collectin interest off of to settle my score It gets when things get real I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my And I'm Hempstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South I'll be outside slingin, you're always high And don't around to the crossroads of life to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity I'm goin out to the extent So far into my troubles hard for me to get back To my everyday and composure you when you open then I bring you to a closure Put ice on a and freeze ya in ya shoulder I went for ya grill but you dent my boulder I know 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 without warning the very next
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 I'll bump you You ain't tough black, niggas like you 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 pleas now son, it's and done (I gave you warning) So run and get your guns It's on, time to show em how I My attitude transform, leave you dead plus wrong Gettin the flow within, representin for Shit is real, why you hopin that it's all a But you wake up, wettin a chest you bless Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought own death
Ayo Noyd, 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? Party's 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? over, tell the rest of the crew
My beeper kept beepin, the other started leakin 'Who is this on my I was thinkin Then I realised it was my dun 911 Once I seen the numbers I ran for the guns My dun in trouble, I be there on the I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid where are (1-14 between and Morningside Avenue) This just right 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, them got me fed up Ty stay in the buildin, if they fuckin buck em Get up off the scene, you what I mean? And hide yourself down with other 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 with the semi-auto Mac double, it 'Did he shoot or twelve?' is what he wondered Nigga I got one more shot, you must be Put the to his head, watch him start blinkin 'Am I goin to heaven or hell?' is what thinkin Switch to a bitch as his life sinkin Down to a of no return Pull out the cos when 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 somethin that you couldn't Up against the fulliest squad and get I'm Q-U-E another E-N-S So why you small tough talk? I'm not If I you in the Bridge, I'd make you undress Give up the money, the especially the Guess
Big Noyd! Party's over, tell the of the crew Havoc! Party's over, the rest of the crew Black Ice! Party's over, tell the of the crew Queensbridge! over, tell the rest of the crew The Big Twins! over, tell the rest 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, tell the of the crew Germ! over, tell the rest of the crew Karate Joe! It's over, tell the rest of the Ron Gotti! It's over, the rest of the crew Karl Capone! Party's over, the rest of the crew Rasheim! Party's over, the rest of the crew Stobo! Party's over, tell the rest of the Tena! Party's over, tell the of the crew Skins! It's over, tell the rest of the And the fuckin projects! It's over, tell the rest of the crew It's over, tell the of the crew It's over, tell the rest of the Party's over, the rest of the crew Party's over, tell the rest of the The motherfuckin party's over, tell the rest of the