Q.u. Hectic Lyrics

Q.u. Hectic

[Havoc] Fuck it kid whattup Queens in this motherfucker
(Tell you I'm bangin
tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there)
[Prod] Queensbridge in
the house aiyyo wordup
[Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
(Whattup Boo?
Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?)
[Ty] Whattup whattup?
[Havoc] Where
Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin!)
[Ty] I don't know
(damn!)
[Ty] I think Twins laid up
[Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two
Hennessee
Son I want two Henessee's yo!
Straight yo, word up
man!
*chaos*
Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
Hey, fuck
you!
What? What the fuck, what?
Think they killers or somethin man
Ay
fuck you money, whattup kid
*more chaos*

[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, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from
Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples
And wilding, a Q-U
soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge
Black it's only
crack sales makin niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could 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 best stock connection
connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to,
Baesley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your
ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come
from
Queens; leavin niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is
for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
(3X)

[Havoc]
As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get
that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large
pushin luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets
scarred
Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get
in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma
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 this
Wet
em up with the Mac scratch em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama
you never had it
Til you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin soft or
sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews
retreat

[Prodigy]
Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your
feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets
hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
(2X)

[Prodigy]
Everything is real inside my mind; these days
you
can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street
living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been
given
But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up
bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the
beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid
hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same
time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin heat make you cowards keep
stepping
Getting 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 turn killer
It's
thing like that that only makes things iller
and makin cream doin sticks if
you ain't a drug dealer
[It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
As
far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get
into
And niggaz regret when they begin to
Regardless of your name or what
you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life
ain't the game that it seems to be
Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in
reality
Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you
loose 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
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The
Foundation, the Queens nation

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 dead, Mobb Deep say party
UHH
KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH