Mobb Deep - Q.U.—Hectic lyrics

Fuck it kid
Whattup Queens in this motherfucker
(Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there)
Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup
Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
(Whattup Boo? Can I buy you
A drink or something Boo?) whattup whattup?
Where Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin) i don't know (damn)
I think Twins laid up
Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee
Son I want two Henessee's yo!
Straight yo, word up man! Chaos
Aiyyo 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

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' in 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

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

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're 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 DOA 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 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 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
Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic

Everything 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, 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 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 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
Speakin' on behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation 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 BK, 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