Q.U.

Q.U. - Hectic (Explicit) - Mobb Deep

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 motherf**ker 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 sh*t 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 them where we come from

Queens; leaving niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic

Sh*t is for real up in Queens we get hectic

Sh*t is for real we abouts to get hectic

Sh*t is for real we abouts to get hectic

Sh*t is for real we abouts to get hectic

As we sling on the corners like we always do

Son get that loot quick spending dough like I never had sh*t

I'm living large pushin luxury cars

Though that sh*t is outta reach anybody in my wake gets scarred

Permanently bed-ridden

And if you're p**sy then motherf**ker get in where you fit in

As I walk around the streets

Son I got mad beef I'm a blast you before you blast me

That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless

Grab my Mac and slap a ni**a 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

Ain't nothing soft or sweet I lift you off your feet

When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets hectic

Sh*t is for real we abouts to get hectic

Sh*t 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 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