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]