Fuck it kid, what up Queens in this motherfucker?   (Tell you I'm bangin' tonight kid)   (Yo Shorty got a fattie right there)   Queens bridge in the house, aiyyo word up      Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son   What up Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin' Boo?)   What up what up? Where Twins and them at yo?   (The fattie's bangin')      I don't know, I think Twins laid up   (Damn)   Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessey   Son I want two Hennessey's yo   Straight yo, word up man      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, what up kid      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 Queens bridge   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, Beasley, 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   Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic   Shit 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 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   Till 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   Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic   Shit 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   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   Know what I'm sayin'?   (No doubt)      And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic   Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic   Word up, know what I'm sayin'? The whole world kid   Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party uh   Know what I'm sayin'? Party uh