[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*
  
  [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
  
  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