Q.u. Hectic Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

(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* 

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(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 

Photos 

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