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[Intro: Trick Trick] (Yeah) Party over! (Down) Party over! (Sit) (Watch it, watch out now!) Trick Trick! [Verse 1: Trick Trick] He in the club with his [?] ripped, I got the hoes Who I came in this bitch with? Nobody knows I'm in the corner so it kinda look like I'm alone When I see he finna make his move, I look at [?] Diezel ease up behind his ass, he on his heels Trynna' watch him from the left, nigga, this shit is real We finna give this mother fucker somethin' that the can feel [?] starin' at this nigga like, the last meal Dealin' cane around the corner, he got the thang He don't notice that it's on the floor, we finna bang I got some East Side killas with me, this ain't a game Big Sweets, Big [?] x, to bring pain Here come [?] Cash, Lil' J, and Big T They ain't know I brought this many killers, with me Big Boy stepped in front of me, I tapped his shoulder Beat his mother fuckin' ass, holla "The party over!" [Chorus: Trick Trick] What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? (What?) What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? ([Cash?]?) What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? (What?) What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? ([Cash?]?) [Verse 2: Trick Trick] I got a bad bitch, she's checkin' for me, this bitch tall She seen the Wonder Boy's [?] beamin', and bitches froze The way she lookin' at me, know she wanna get low Notice the mother fucker stand like this his house Grab my hand, pull me to the door, say "Let's leave" I can tell he got somethin' stupid up his sleeve He ain't see me toast a hundred bottles with these G's I can blink an eye [one soldier]?, he won't breathe So I figure I gon' ask this nigga, what it was? I don't wanna make it seem like I got a buzz But I do, and it's talkin' to me, "Fuck him up" I'ma talk to this nigga first, to see what's up I was calm for a minute, but! It didn't last And this stupid lookin' mother fucker is talkin' back Don't wanna shut the club down. Trick! Give him a pass But he still keep starin' at me, now beat his ass [Chorus: Trick Trick] What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? (What?) What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? ([Cash?]?) What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? (What?) What the fuck you lookin' at nigga? ([Cash?]?) [Verse 3: Miz Korona] This bitch must be crazy, she actin' outta order She's pissed 'cause her man been waitin' to meet Korona I'ma have to pull my blade, and get to cuttin' Better yet, my niggas got them K's, they get to bussin' But I'ma knock this bitch out, on some D shit Stomp the hooker out 'til her ass can't see shit We fifty deep but I ain't bout to call my squad and We terrorize clubs like we roam with Bin Laden We throw chants, elbows, and all that If you don't wanna get yo ass kicked then fall back Or get your jaw cracked with this baseball bat Keep frontin' like you hard, and catch a slug when you haul that And I don't wanna go to jail for murda But this ho 'causin' a seen unheard of And I'ma have to hurt'a, whip out the burna Send that bitch to the [?] for fuckin' with Miz Korona [Chorus: Trick Trick, Miz Korona] What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck you lookin' at bitch? (What?) What the fuck you lookin' at bitch? ([Cash?]?) What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck you lookin' at bitch? (What?) What the fuck you lookin' at bitch? ([Cash?]?) [Outro: Miz Korona] What the fuck you lookin' at bitch? Damn!