(feat. Big Noyd) 



[Chorus: Havoc] 

Uh huh, uh huh 

The Mobb comin' through, no doubt kid 

Schemin' in, layin' with the "Perfect Plot" ("Perfect Plot") 

We the first one's awoke and the last one to sleep 

And that's why we go the drop (Got the drop) 

Rip shows, hit hoes 

I'm the type of nigga that have your baby father vexed 

Whatever you say bounces of me and right back to you 

And if it get back to us then we clappin' you (What Duke?) 



[Verse 1: Prodigy] 

Born to be wild, push to the front of the crowd 

Top of the piles, state of the art, rhymes a 100 miles 

I layed on chocolate clouds 

Then pull out and blow on any clown 

Listen to the glow go round 

Cut my silencer, the most powerful weapon yet found 

Hold it down, my tongue that is, to bring the biz, keep it tight 

My mouth piece dispense my clips 

Fuckin' wit me, the scenery get highly intense 

Intelligent, gun buckers, duck fucka, you get bent ova 

I'm not signin' out soldier, rocket launcher 

Shank musketeer, face carved up 

But you need down shit for slow down kid 

Or get surrounded or pounded out, real quick 

Aiyo check out what the storm blew in... 



[Chorus: Havoc] 



[Verse 2: Big Noyd] 

Check the main attraction of these raps shit 

The infamous slapped some shit 

On the track and get, the whole atlas wide open 

Is stuck on it, you need to hang it up like I wanted 

You shit borin', rappin' pourin' on your head like its stormin' 

Hell fire, Vietnam your whole outfit, get re-rounded 

Yo you bout it bout it, though I doubt it doubt it 

While your girl scouted, I be repin QB drownin' 

Box is the Heineken's, Gin bottles with handle 

Rubber handles and crack paper 

Get flipped and stack paper 

The beats flavor, make your pile more greater 

Fuck y'all Mobb haters 

We got y'all wives on the bed'er, while you playin' wit her 

We makin' her loose and turned on 

She loves when thugs is glowin', she get aroused 

When I walk around with the gun showin' 

The Mobb steady blowin' with this 9-8 shit 

Before I had my clip, before I had my cake 

A nigga wasn't shit 

Y'all niggaz wasn't feelin' this shit 

Now y'all hearin' it, get of my dick 

Y'all niggaz sick like a virus 

I wish one of y'all niggaz try this... 



[Chorus: Havoc] 



[Verse 3: Havoc] 

The Mobb got it locked down 

Still heavy weights racin it's the V.I 

New niggaz were shook, ain't it ill how we can? *vettias*? 

No stoppin' this, it's approximate that you would be copin' this 

Head lockin' shit bring it back where its suppose to be 

Take a dose of this, guarantee cats will be stuck 

Check the QBC just to cop from us 

M O B B, make no mistake it's us 

Though it was hav shit, spread the shit that was laced with death 

You all fucked up, should bring, no one to trust 

Walk in the street with the bag'acho and it's still Dutch 

Rep the 41st side and hold the title with pride and when it's on 

Use the infrared for guide, aim at yo renta 

I'm like liquor in the winter, keep it warm, but make things 

Extra high when you enter, fuckin' faggot 

Have you hoppin' like rabbits for carrots 

No need the name, yo we already established 



[Chorus x2: Prodigy] 

The Mobb comin' through, no doubt kid 

Schemin' in, layin' the "Perfect Plot" ("Perfect Plot") 

We the first one's awoke and the last one to sleep 

And that's why we go the drop (Got the drop) 

Rip shows, hit hoes 

I'm the type of nigga that have your baby mama wet 

Whatever you say bounces of me and right back to you 

And if it get back to us then we clappin' you (What Duke?) 



[Chorus: Havoc]