[Mr. Q]  Yeah, yeah. Check it out. Yo, yo, yo  [CHORUS: Mr. Q]  It's the connection  It's the connection  It's the connection  It's the connect son  It's the connection  It's the connection  It's the connection  It's the connect son    Mr. Q and Mikey Styles, shit is live  Yeah, yeah, yo    [Verse 1: Mr. Q]  So watch the story of a young thug  Niggas is busting  Niggas is trying to get they hand on our cheddar, but whatever  Part of my mission, is to reach my destinatino  Son, you with me? Aight, then let's make it happen  Yo with this rap shit, I'm in it  I worry y'all niggas stick it and bring it  A lot of niggas talk about the next nigga  Is kyou real or are you faking jacks?  Y'all niggas ain't live  The whole way niggas is standing in the pair of fly ties  Niggas bringing the drama  My niggas Deeper than the Mobb  Bring the shit like you want it  You can't bust me  I'm like the holy son, the son of Jehovah  ??? niggas puch your Range Rover  Put y'all to sleep  You try to creep after seeing niggas freed you  I'll leave you with a death wish  Your peoples miss you thinking you're alive  My niggas kick your ass for a ride  Now you gone, dead  These niggas took your head  Instead of fucking with us you better get with us  And be the last nigga thinking that you got through  And defeat you, you feel offended, then money bring it  I take no shorts, I leave you niggas on a crusty cross  While your priest bother calling  Has a sly trade of where my crew is from  The heart of Bushwick  I bring it back to Allah  'Cause niggas make you cry if you front on some bullshit  But still you fronted  Now you bump heads with real niggas  You don't want it  But yo, you got disrespected  Hit you on the spot, must respect it  You got rejected  That's what you get when you fuck with rap  With the real niggas  Nigga you get his cap peeled, shit is real son  Yeah, yeah, yo, yo  Thug bust a slug  Niggas don't give a fuck son  If ya want it, then you bring it  Yo, yo  Thug bust a slug  Niggas don't give a fuck son  If ya want it, then you bring it    [Verse 2: Mikey Styles]  Welcome, on the East side of things  We 'bout the dookie links, diamond rings and things  Head come around, try throw foul swings  Back stabbing enemies, claim defending  Never shake hands with a crooked wanna be  Only real niggas feel the true energy  So feel the vibe nigga  Hit ya kind of red  Represent yours, time to make this shit shine  'Cause rappers that be looking from the side  Then they go and party to heads that's always live  Ain't fakers whose be down with us, because we bust  Criticize the rappers have had enough of what we say  Mad love to niggas who live what we say  East, West, North, South niggas all day  We gonna bust your ear drums  Call you dun, son  You know how we do    [CHORUS]  [Mr. Q] Mr. Q and Mikey Styles, yeah, yeah, yeah  Yo, yo young thug busting slugs  Niggas don't give a fuck  If ya want it son then bring it  Young thug busting slugs  Niggas don't give a fuck  If ya want it, then you bring it  [Mikey Styles]  Yo, yo  Let's take it to the streetside, the real side  So don't move an inch, don't even flinch  Just grab you bag of money  Now it's time you represent  Ain't nothing changed, the crew is stilll snatching ends  I'm chilling, sipping Shon Dom's(sp?)  You know how we do  I get my buzz on  [Mr. Q]  It's the connect son  It's the connect son  It's the connect son  It's the connects  It's the connection  It's the connect son  It's the connect son  It's the connect son  Niggas know better not to run this nigga Q  My shit, is lyrical when I drop it on  This shit is ludicris, I plant them in tears  So a lot of niggas out there don't like my style dun  Fuck a man, I'm going underground  So listen to my sound  Word is bond son, niggas is dumb  Pass me the gun, fuck ya beef and ya speech  Come clean in every scene  Try to make it on my own  Dukes throw up, they say she try to lose me  I got crazy drama  Can count on my mama  I'm going insane, got fucking hoes in my brain  Trying to maintain, buy yo I still a fucking mess  I'm stressed, now I'm smoking cease  Reality got my mind, you know what I'm saying  It's the connection