[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 Tone

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!