Lyrics Party over Here - Ghostface Killah
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,
yo
Yo,
the
old
lady
said
this
shooter
was
five-six
And
she
don't
know,
how
gotta
away
with
five
of
them
bricks
Across
the
street
a
group
of
men
had
held
nine
sticks
Those
is
nchoppers,
being
sprayed,
and
all
of
them
missed
(Uhh)
low
Boon,
got
away
with
it
He
passed
me
four
of
them
joints
if
I
stay
with
'em
(Uhh)
What
the
fuck
ya'll
think?
I
wasn't
born
with
a
slit
between
my
legs
with
a
hole
that's
pink?
Nah!
I'm
a
gangsta,
besides
getting
paper
I'm
move
my
pawns
fuck
around
and
get
rooked
Besides
that,
any
jux
session
deny
me
for
any
stones
In
your
skin
and
you
get
cooked
Hahaa,
blood
spillin'
like
lava,
face
on
the
hot
concrete
no
agua
Nasty
killer
with
horror,
you
wasn't
even
the
main
entree
house
That
for
a
starter
(Party
Over
Here)
I'm
talking
like
it's
about
to
get
deadly
We
stay
getting
ready
(Party
Over
Here)
Staten
Island,
stay
stylin',
boy,
turn
off
the
lights
like
Teddy
(Party
Over
Here)
More
paper,
hoes
that
swallowing,
scatter
warm
and
later
(Party
Over
Here)
Don't
you
dare
run
nigga,
just
hand
over
the
goods,
or
we'll
take
it
Bottle
after
bottle,
Remmy,
Dark
Goose,
Moscato
Through
the
club
into
gear,
full
throttle
Players
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
kicks
Without
sayin'
"pardon
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
Pat
riley
on
his
neck,
gave
up
the
jewels
like,
"Here!"
Nickel-plated
bulldogs,
twelve
inch
rugers
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
(Party
Over
Here)
I'm
talking
like
it's
about
to
get
deadly
We
stay
getting
ready
(Party
Over
Here)
Staten
Island,
stay
stylin',
boy,
turn
off
the
lights
like
Teddy
(Party
Over
Here)
More
paper,
hoes
that
swallowing,
scatter
warm
and
later
(Party
Over
Here)
Don't
you
dare
run
nigga,
just
hand
over
the
goods,
or
we'll
take
it
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