We About To Get Hectic

[Produced by Havoc]

[Hook]

Cause it about to get hectic

Cause we about to get hectic

[Verse 1: Havoc]

The streets got a nigga stressed out of type, bugging

I'm struggling, digging my ways out of holes by hustling

So, what's a day's function? Pain reliever? Fever inducer?

And held a chocolate Thai Buddha, now I'm looser

I fantasize about this crew I took last week

And yo, that's me at the sympathy, to pass me

But I was brought to reality, a rude awakening

My man just got taken, it's mad time he's facing

Jetted upstairs, got a call from my cousin

Back in Brooklyn, only fifteen the kid is bugging

Told me about the spot that he hit that had a drop on the spot

But his man almost got shot

Now it's the talk of the block cause he's dead and in the cab

The Troy Ave laughed, then he started tumble (?)

Counted the cash, but one nigga tried to stash

Who wet the quills? niggas was up in his ass

As he kicked it, by the little story that he told

I was fickled in his hold, then off the old gold

Till I got to be on the other line, put him on hold

It was my shorty, told her call me back, kid you're too old

It was a quarter to one, Friday night

Loaded up my guns to blow the horns, called up my son

Son, you come through I got a proposition for you

Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil

My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute

To kick it 'bout this nigga, who think he getting bigger

Pumping on our side, don't even know him from a hole

In the wall, tonight's going to be his downfall

So fuck him and everything he stand for

About this time, he be on the corner

Slinging with a crackhead, kept me bringing

Sales to the building, a bunch of bitches fiending

I figure we could get the goods, kill the nigga

And be it that we live right next to the river

We can catch him off guard, throw him in the water

Before the coastguards come on God this shit ain't hard

But think, the one you give a couple up's your fate

And keep your eyes open for the jakes, the snakes and the snitches

The ones you see, the nigga with the riches

Acting like a little bunch of bitches

Pointing me out in pictures

The Five-O's like "you know who is this"

It's Havoc, you better recognise it, realise

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Twin Gambino]

In morn' store, for y'all niggas who once swore

Sure to trigger press, to lick you in the jaw

Raw, bullet holes, all in your clothes

Your Volv's, now you lay with your eyes closed

In a casket you bastard, you went too fast kid

Shouting why I motherfucking blasted

Hectic, I can't believe the shit beneath my eyes

I cannot think straight, or I might get hypnotised

I don't stress shit, cause I'm out to get mines

So when you step to me, you will be surprised

The type of shit I kick is so you're leaking in the skies

So when you say the Mobb Deep time is a lie

You'll be swimming in a puddle of Death, and that's no threat

Hectic, hectic, hectic, hectic

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

When things get real, it ain't what you expected

Me and my peoples is known to get hectic

Only to wreck shit, many slugs in all directions

Make them see the light when my shots make connections

Niggas get they face split in sections

Shook using ice grill looks for they protection

We absorb everything you fear

And indulge in a crime-filled atmosphere

This shit ain't nothing new, it's only things that we used to

We used to stick niggas on the F through to the E train

When it's time to recruit, I humble on the D train

See my man D only to purchase my dope thang

Word to my unborn seed

A nigga got to make loot to support greed

On the wild side of the fence, the shit is on the verge of explosion

It's so cold you might get frozen

If you leave yourself vulnerable, in time lapsing

Fools collapsing, and caught up in gun clapping

Don't matter who you are, if you know many faces

I don't discriminate, my shots bleed all races

And cultures, we sort of like vultures

Eating your insides like ulcers

And pause niggas pulses, like

[Hook]