[bad word] ]

Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
Yo P, it's 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
I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill
And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South
Well I'll be outside slingin, you're always high
And [bad word] around to the crossroads of life
We're to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity
I'm goin out to the fullest extent
So far into my troubles it's hard for me to get back
to my everyday self [bad word] 
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 that's that
Say no more, I put it on you while you was yawning
Murder without warning the very next morning

Once we step [bad word] the door, party over, that's the endin
You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of dead men
Bump me and I'll bump you back
You ain't tough black, niggas like you just get their life jacked
But I'ma cool [bad word] til you push me [bad word] the limit
But try ta play me and ya [bad word] I get up all in it
Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done
(I gave you fair warning) [bad word] and get your guns
It's on, time to show em how I perform
My attitude'll transform, leave you dead plus wrong
Gettin the flow within, representin for Queens
 [bad word] is real, why you hopin that it's all a dream
But you can't wake up, wettin a chest you bless
Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought your own death

 [bad word] ]

Aiyo Noyd, it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] that [bad word]  tell her get off your [bad word] 
(But she's cryin and she says she has feelins and [bad word] 
Yo it's a settup, them niggas got me fed up
Ty stay in the buildin, if they move [bad word] buck em
Get up off the scene, you know what I mean?
and hide yourself down with them other [bad word] sixteen
Glock and get off they block
Then I hung up the cellular, ready to rock
and it's 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
 [bad word] I got one more shot, you must be drinkin
Put the heater to his head, watch him start blinkin
'I goin to heaven or [bad word] ' is what he's thinkin
Switch to a [bad word] 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 [bad word] into somethin that you couldn't finish
Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished
I'm fr