(feat. G.O.D. Part III) 



41st side 



[Chorus x2: Prodigy] 

Prodigy, Rappin' Noyd, H A V O C 

"Rep The QBC", eyes on my enemies, exclusive 

'96 introducin', (Yea y'all) 

The Infamous Mobb, word to God 



[Verse 1: Havoc] 

To all them niggaz, reppin' they hood, it's all good 

It's all good, 'til you step out of line 

Went in the dome, out of sight, you out mind 

Some like chrome, bag a bitch like phone time 

You phoned them, I regulate, who am I? 

Havoc and Prodigy, will go back, like go blind 

'96 combined, put on all the people, we all shine 

Every mother of the clique created 



[Verse 2: Prodigy] 

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips 

You see the clips when the mac spit your top got split 

Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids 

Turn off his lights switch to darkness, it's deeper then the abyss 

Its street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife 

You'se the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice 

I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet 

The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded 

Shut down your operation, closed for business 

Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness 

POW niggaz is found, MIA 

We move like the Special Forces, Green Beret 

Heavily around my throat, I don't play 

Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way 

The God P walk with a limp, see, but simply 

To simplify shit, no man can go against me 

Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me 

I had this full clip for so long, it needs to be empty 

The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit 

You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it 

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin 

I hear thugs, claimin' that they gon' rob the Mobb 

When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue 

It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles 

Along with that, I ain't your average cat 

Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make CREAM and that's that 

Whatever it takes however it gots to go down 

Four mics on stage a motha'fuckin' four pound 

Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground 

I could truly care less the God gon' get his 

Regardless blow for blow let's find out who hit hardest 

This rap artist used to be a - stickup artist 

Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it 

A live nigga stay on point never diss 

Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged 

P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds 

Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds 

We flush through your clique get purged 



[Chorus x2: Prodigy] 



[Verse 3: God Father Pt. III] 

Yo, see niggaz lookin' at me 

With evil eye, crooked eye 

Dunn I know why 

They despise, see we rise, kill a wise guy 

My enterprise Cartel, we instill 

Black steel on a hill 

With Mobb scale, my whole fleet keep it real 

The raw deal, to bail, destroy, conquer 

Rarely wonder, like the sky, like thunder 

Keep fightin', strike land like lightning 

Increase power, solar, mind controller 

The title holder, upsight when I'm sober 

I stay bent, cherry eye, chocolate scent 

Intelligent, vetern and cheddarin' 

Mostly all time auditin', it's on again 

Stick you with my devil horn again 

Born again, wild hooligan 

Pollutin' in a city near you 

Comin' through, The Infamous Mobb nigga 

Whatchu gon' do? 



[Chorus x2: Prodigy] 



[Outro: Prodigy] 

Exclusive, '96 introducin' 

The Infamous Mobb, you get robbed 

Exclusive, '96 introducin' 

The Infamous Mobb on their job