Qu -- Hectic Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Qu -- Hectic Lyrics

    [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 bed-stuy 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

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