Party over Here-Ghostface Killah

[00:00.00] [00:04.09]Haha, yeah [00:07.11]Tony Stark, n1gga [00:09.12]I ain't going nowhere, yeah [00:11.81]Y'all feel me? [00:13.24]We about to finish this al', dawg, uh-huh [00:16.68]Tell 'em, Tone Tone [00:18.66]Yo, yo, yo [00:20.98]Yo, the old lady said the shooter was 5'6" [00:24.62]And she don't know how he got away with five of them bricks [00:27.98]Across the street, a group of men held nine sticks [00:30.38]Those is choppers being sprayed, and all of em' missed, uh [00:34.30]Lil' bro got away with it [00:36.24]He promised me four of them joints if I stayed with him, uh [00:40.28]What the fxxk y'all think? [00:41.40]I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink? [00:45.14]Nah, I'm a gangster, besides getting paper [00:48.20]I move my pawns, fxxk around and get rook [00:50.95]Besides that, any jux session [00:53.83]Deny me for any stones in your skin, you get cooked [00:57.12]Haha, blood spillin' like lava [00:59.59]Face on the hot concrete, no agua [01:02.47]Nasty killer with horror [01:04.31]You wasn't even the main entree, how's that for a starter? [01:08.35](Party over here) [01:09.80]I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready [01:13.80](Party over here) [01:15.48]Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy [01:19.51](Party over here) [01:20.98]More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip [01:25.25](Party over here) [01:26.90]Don't you dare run, n1gga [01:28.40]Just hand over the goods, or we'll take it [01:31.25]Bottle after bottle, Remy dark, Goose, Moscato [01:34.28]Threw the club into gear full throttle [01:36.95]Players on one side, killers on the other [01:39.66]Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded [01:42.60]Sweating through my silk, real life, I might tuck it [01:45.36]Mad hoes, got 'em on the string like a puppet [01:48.14]Party over here, lil' n1ggas stepped on my kicks [01:51.65]without sayin' pardon over here [01:53.90]Two of my goons seen it, followed him over there [01:56.48]Came back with whatever that fxxkboy had in his ear [01:59.58]Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere [02:02.32]Pat Riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here" [02:05.59]Nickel-plated bulldogs, 12-inch Rugers and long leathers [02:08.75]To pluck any bird n1gga feather [02:10.98]Staten Island, we get ours regardless [02:13.10]Don't forget, we do the pressin', y'all just press charges [02:16.79](Party over here) [02:18.38]I'm talking like it's about to get deadly, we stay getting ready [02:22.31](Party over here) [02:23.83]Staten Island stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy [02:28.03](Party over here) [02:29.56]More paper, hoes that's swallowing 'scato on the late tip [02:33.77](Party over here) [02:35.31]Don't you dare run, n1gga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it