Mobb Deep - Party Over lyrics

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Intro/Chorus:

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 don't come 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 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 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 thru 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 nigga til you push me thru the limit

But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it

Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done

(I gave you fair warning) So run 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

Shit 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

Chorus:

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 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 she's cryin and she says she has feelins and shit)

Yo it's 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 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

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 he's 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 couldn't finish

Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished

I'm from Q-U-E another E-N-S

So why you small tough talk? I'm not impressed

If I seen you in the Bridge, I'd make you undress

give up the money, the polo especially the Guess

Chorus:

Big Noyd! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Havoc! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Black Ice! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Queensbridge! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

The Big Twins! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Ty! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Yo Black! It's over, tell the rest of the crew

My man Killer! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Germ! It's over, tell the rest of the crew

Karate Joe! It's over, tell the rest of the crew

Ron Gotti! It's over, tell the rest of the crew

Karl Capone! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Rasheim! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Stobo! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Tena! Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Skins! It's over, tell the rest of the crew

And the whole fuckin projects! It's over, tell the rest of the crew

It's over, tell the rest of the crew

It's over, tell the rest of the crew

Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Party's over, tell the rest of the crew

The motherfuckin party's 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*