Q.U.—Hectic

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck it, kid, whattup? Queensbridge in the motherfuckin' house (Tell you I'm bangin' tonight, kid) (Yo, shorty got a FATTIE right there) Queensbridge in the house, a-yo, word up A-yo, Ty, yo, Ty, c'mere, Son (Whattup, boo? Can I buy you a drink or somethin', boo?) Whattup? Whattup? Where Twins and them at, yo? (The fattie's bangin!) I don't know (Damn!) I think Twins laid up A-yo, son, gimme two Hennessy Son, I want two Hennessy's yo! Straight, yo! Word up, man! *Chaos* A-yo, what up with them Queens niggas, man?! Hey, fuck you! What? What the fuck, what? Think they killers or somethin', man Ay, fuck you, money, whattup, kid? *More chaos* [Verse 1: Prodigy] I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection in scuffles Throwin' my blows in doubles I'm comin' from Queens, motherfucker, carryin' guns in couples And wildin', a Q-U soldier From Lefrak to Rockaway, back to Queensbridge, black It's only crack sales makin' niggas act like that Back in the days we would scrap, now you lay on your back As things changed with time, I traded in my knuckles for a MAC-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connectin' the two It's liable to start shit too wild for you Peace to Baisley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town, represent your ground Them niggas bleed just like us, so show 'em where we come from Queens — leavin' niggas done, son [Chorus] The Mobb gets hectic Shit is for real, up in Queens we get hectic Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic [Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy] As we sling on the corners like we always do Son, get that loot quick, spendin' dough like I never had shit I'm livin' large, pushin' luxury cars Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my way gets scarred Permanently bed-ridden And if you pussy, then motherfucker, get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son, I got mad beef, I'mma blast you before you blast me That's my philosophy 'cause nowadays you gotta be relentless Grab my MAC and slap a nigga senseless Don't try to play me, if you do, you better D.O.A. me Son, I got 'em shook, grab a little baby for shields You got drama, run for shelter for real Pour some beer for the ill, ain't no time to chill Hit 'em up 'cause I'm quick to erupt like dicks Wet 'em up with the MAC, scratch 'em off my list Show 'em the real meanin' of drama, you never had it 'Til you bumped heads with the Havoc Ain't nuttin' soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat Ain't nuttin' soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat [Chorus] We gets hectic Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic [Verse 3: Prodigy & Havoc] Everythin' is real inside my mind These days, you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime A lifetime of street livin' Throughout the beef I've accumulated, many slugs have been given But wildin' ain't the way to be livin' You're only gonna end up bloody on the floor shiverin' Or locked up, caught inside the Beast Meanwhile, on the streets, ain't no more peace My man Stobo, kid, hold your own In a cell locked down, not far from home And at the same time on the outside, I'm representin' Still packin' heat, make you cowards keep steppin' Gettin' high, it's 'cause of the lye, I can't lie I could move the crowd, poppin' slugs in the sky Why come around if you afraid of what's over here? My man Havoc put the bug in my ear On the real, for real, but wait, it gets realer Real like an innocent child that turned killer It's things like that that only makes things iller Makin' cream doin' sticks if you ain't a drug dealer It's.. only facts coming out of my mouth piece As far as I can see, these streets is gettin' sour Q-U, too much drama to get into And niggas regret when they begin to Regardless of your name or what you been through Pause for a second, open your eyes and think, duke Life ain't the game that it seems to be Fuck a fantasy, I'm livin' in reality Caught up in this untouchable mentality Hit you up bad, make you lose a few calories I need to slow down, movin' through life at a high speed Watchin' all the slow runners pass by me I can see through you, due to, my Queens education Speakin' on behalf of this drug-game nation The Foundation Queens nation [Outro: Prodigy] Up in Queens, shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic Word up Shaolin — shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic Word up, kid The B.K. — the shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!) And Manhattan — shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic Up in the Bronx, we abouts to get hectic Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world, kid Shit is over with, Mobb Deep say party UHH KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH