Intro/chorus:
Whatever? partys over tell the rest of the crew
Yo p, its on you, what you wanna do?
*repeat x3*
Verse 1: prodigy, havoc
Every day of my life since 11-2-74
On the street makin non-stop cream galore
Packin heat, stickin up weed stores and more
Collectin interest off of extortions to settle my score
It gets deeper when things get real
Im down to stickin out west bank for my mill
And Im from hampstead, its close to the shacks of park south
Well Ill be outside slingin, youre always high
And dont come around to the crossroads of life
Were to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity
Im goin out to the fullest extent
So far into my troubles its hard for me to get back
To my everyday self and composure
Catch you when you open then I bring you to a closure
Put ice on a razor and freeze ya when ya shelter
I went for ya grill but you dent from my *? rolder? *
I know this kid who says he knows ya because of that
Now I know where ya lay ya hat at and thats that
Say no more, I put it on you while you was yawning
Murder without warning the very next morning
Once we step thru the door, party over, thats the endin
You and your crewll leave out, a bunch of dead men
Bump me and Ill bump you back
You aint tough black, niggas like you just get their life jacked
But ima cool nigga til you push me thru the limit
But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it
Dont try to cop please now son, its dead and done
(I gave you fair warning) so run and get your guns
Its on, time to show em how I perform
My attitudell transform, leave you dead plus wrong
Gettin the flow within, representin for queens
Shit is real, why you hopin that its all a dream
But you cant wake up, wettin a chest you bless
Chokin off your own blood, dont blame me you brought your own death
Chorus:
Aiyo noyd, its on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo big noyd its on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo big noyd its on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo big noyd its on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Verse 2: big noyd, prodigy
My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin
who is this on my mind? I was thinkin
Then I realised it was my dun playin 911
Once I seen the numbers I ran for the fuckin guns
My dun in trouble, I be there on the double
I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid where are you?
(1-14 between manhattan and morningside avenue)
This happened just right out the blue
Aiyo dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off your dick
(but shes cryin and she says she has feelins and shit)
Yo its a settup, them niggas got me fed up
Ty stay in the buildin, if they move fuckin buck em
Get up off the scene, you know what I mean?
And hide yourself down with them other fuckin sixteen
Glock and get off they block
Then I hung up the cellular, ready to rock
And its on
Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it
You gots no credit, fool you get wetted
Up with the semi-auto mac double, love it
did he shoot eleven or twelve? is what he wondered
Nigga I got one more shot, you must be drinkin
Put the heater to his head, watch him start blinkin
am I goin to heaven or hell? is what hes thinkin
Switch to a bitch as his life start sinkin
Down to a level of no return
Pull out the heat cos when the slugs hit it definitely burns
Now chill and think about your life for real
Every member of my crew is livin life for real
Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldnt finish
Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished
Im from q-u-e another e-n-s
So why you small tough talk? Im not impressed
If I seen you in the bridge, Id make you undress
Give up the money, the polo especially the guess
Chorus:
Big noyd! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Havoc! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Black ice! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Queensbridge! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
The big twins! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Ty! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo black! its over, tell the rest of the crew
My man killer! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Germ! its over, tell the rest of the crew
Karate joe! its over, tell the rest of the crew
Ron gotti! its over, tell the rest of the crew
Karl capone! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Rasheim! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Stobo! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Tena! partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Skins! its over, tell the rest of the crew
And the whole fuckin projects! its over, tell the rest of the crew
Its over, tell the rest of the crew
Its over, tell the rest of the crew
Partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Partys over, tell the rest of the crew
The motherfuckin partys over, tell the rest of the crew
Outro:
Get that nappy up
Yo get that nappy up
Son get that nappy up
Queens get that nappy up
Yo get that nappy up
*talkin to fade*
