Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Qu Hectic

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(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
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Copyrights:

Author: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Music

Details:

Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: The Infamous (1995)

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