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 niggas 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 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 The Mobb gets hectic Shit is for real up in Queens we 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 way 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'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 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 sweet, 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 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 piece As far as I can see these streets is getting 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 living 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