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(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 Letras de cancionesBut 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] From Letras Mania