[Intro]

Fuck it, kid, whattup? Queensbridge in the motherfuckin' house

(Tell you I'm bangin' tonight, kid)

(Yo, shorty got a FATTIE right there)

Queensbridge in the house, a-yo, word up

A-yo, Ty, yo, Ty, c'mere, Son

(Whattup, boo? Can I buy you a drink or somethin', boo?)

Whattup? Whattup?

Where Twins and them at, yo?

(The fattie's bangin!)

I don't know (Damn!)

I think Twins laid up

A-yo, son, gimme two Hennessy

Son, I want two Hennessy's yo!

Straight, yo! Word up, man!

*Chaos*

A-yo, 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*

[Verse 1: 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

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' the 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2: Havoc & Prodigy]

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 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 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 dicks

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 nuttin' soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet

When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

[Chorus]

We gets hectic

Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic

Shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic

[Verse 3: Prodigy & Havoc]

Everythin' 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 Stobo, 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 lose 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

[Outro: Prodigy]

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 with, Mobb Deep say party UHH

KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH