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Hahaa.. (Yeah) Tony Starks, nigga I ain't going nowhere (Yeah) Ya'll feel me? We 'bout to finish this all though (Aha?!) Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, get it Yo, yo [Verse 1] Yo, the old lady said this shooter was 5' 6" And she don't know, how he got away with 5 of them bricks Across the street a group of men had held nine sticks Those and choppers, being sprayed, and all of them missed (Uhh) low and groom, got away with it Your parents be four of them joints if I stay with 'em (Uhh) What the fuck ya'll think? I wasn't born Without a slick between my legs with a whole [?]? Nah! I'm a gangsta, besides getting paper, move my poems Fuck around, and get rook Besides that, any jux session, and then I be Putting these stones in your skin and you get cooked Hahaa, Blood spillin' like lava, face on the concrete no agua Nasty killer, well, horror, you wasn't even the main Andre house That's for a starter [Hook] (Party Over Here) I'm talking like it's about to get deadly We stay getting ready (Party Over Here) Staten Island, stay style, boy, turn off the lights like Teddy (Party Over Here) More paper, hoes that's swallowing, scatter warm and later (Party Over Here) Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we're takin' [Verse 2] Bottle after bottle, Remy, Dark Goose, Moscato Through the club, and the gear - full throttle Player on one side, killers on the other Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded Sweating through my silver life, I might suck it Mad hoes, got 'em on the string, like a puppet Party over here, lil' niggas stepped over my case Without sayin' "partin' over here" Two of my goons seen a falcon over there Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere Pet rally on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here!" Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch boogers and long leathers To pluck any bird nigga feather Staten Island, we get ours regardless Don't forget, we do the pressin' Y'all just press charges [Hook] (Party Over Here) I'm talking like it's about to get deadly We stay getting ready (Party Over Here) Staten Island, stay style, boy, turn off the lights like Teddy (Party Over Here) More paper, hoes that's swallowing, scatter warm and later (Party Over Here) Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we're takin'
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