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