(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 ^!$$% 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
$#&@in' wit me, the scenery get highly intense
Intelligent, gun buckers, duck $#&@a, you get bent ova

I'm not signin' out soldier, rocket launcher
Shank musketeer, face carved up
But you need down %#@! 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 %#@!
The infamous slapped some %#@!
On the track and get, the whole atlas wide open

Is stuck on it, you need to hang it up like I wanted
You %#@! 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

$#&@ 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 %#@!

Before I had my clip, before I had my cake
A ^!$$% wasn't %#@!
Y'all ^!$$%z wasn't feelin' this %#@!

Now y'all hearin' it, get of my dick
Y'all ^!$$%z sick like a virus
I wish one of y'all ^!$$%z try this...


[Chorus: Havoc]


[Verse 3: Havoc]
The Mobb got it locked down
Still heavy weights racin it's the V.I

New ^!$$%z were shook, ain't it ill how we can? *vettias*?
No stoppin' this, it's approximate that you would be copin' this
Head lockin' %#@! 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 %#@!, spread the %#@! that was laced with death
You all $#&@ed 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, $#&@in' !@$)got
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 ^!$$% 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]