(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 ^!$$%z, 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 (*##$ 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 %#@!, 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, %#@! 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, ^!$$%z is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business

Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW ^!$$%z is found, MIA
We move like the Special Forces, Green Beret

Heavily around my throat, I don't play
%#@! brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp, see, but simply

To simplify %#@!, 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 %#@!
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
$#&@ 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'$#&@in' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% stay on point never diss
Regard %#@! or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bull%#@! for the birds

Live up to my word, if I got beef, ^!$$%z comin' in herds
We flush through your clique get purged


[Chorus x2: Prodigy]

[Verse 3: God Father Pt. III]

Yo, see ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%
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