[Chorus: Prodigy X2]
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Prodigy, Rappin' Noyd, H A V O C
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(Rep The QBC), eyes on my enemies, exclusive
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'96 introducin', (Yea y'all)
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The Infamous Mobb, word to God
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[Verse 1: Havoc]
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To all them niggaz, reppin' they hood, it's all good
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It's all good, 'til you step out of line
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Went in the dome, out of sight, you out mind
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Some like chrome, bag a bitch like phone time
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You phoned them, I regulate, who am I?
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Havoc and Prodigy, will go back, like go blind
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'96 combined, put on all the people, we all shine
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Every mother of the clique created
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[Verse 2: Prodigy]
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Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
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You see the clips when the mac spit your top got split
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Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids
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Turn off his lights switch to darkness, it's deeper then the abyss
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Its street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
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You'se the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
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I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
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The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded
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Shut down your operation, closed for business
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Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
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POW niggaz is found, MIA
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We move like the Special Forces, Green Beret
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Heavily around my throat, I don't play
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Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
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The God P walk with a limp, see, but simply
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To simplify shit, no man can go against me
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Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
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I had this full clip for so long, it needs to be empty
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The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit
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You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
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Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
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I hear thugs, claimin' that they gon' rob the Mobb
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When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
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It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
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Along with that, I ain't your average cat
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Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make CREAM and that's that
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Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
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Four mics on stage a motha'fuckin' four pound
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Speakers leakin' out sound and niggaz leakin' on the ground
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I could truly care less the God gon' get his
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Regardless blow for blow let's find out who hit hardest
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This rap artist used to be a - stickup artist
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Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
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A live nigga stay on point never diss
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Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
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P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds
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Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin' in herds
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We flush through your clique get purged
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[Chorus: Prodigy X2]
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[Verse 3: God Father Pt. III]
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Yo, see niggaz lookin' at me
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With evil eye, crooked eye
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Dunn I know why
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They despise, see we rise, kill a wise guy
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My enterprise Cartel, we instill
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Black steel on a hill
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With Mobb scale, my whole fleet keep it real
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The raw deal, to bail, destroy, conquer
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Rarely wonder, like the sky, like thunder
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Keep fightin', strike land like lightning
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Increase power, solar, mind controller
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The title holder, upsight when I'm sober
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I stay bent, cherry eye, chocolate scent
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Intelligent, vetern and cheddarin'
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Mostly all time auditin', it's on again
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Stick you with my devil horn again
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Born again, wild hooligan
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Pollutin' in a city near you
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Comin' through, The Infamous Mobb nigga
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Whatchu gon' do?
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[Chorus: Prodigy X2]
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[Outro: Prodigy]
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Exclusive, '96 introducin'
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The Infamous Mobb, you get robbed
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Exclusive, '96 introducin'
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The Infamous Mobb on their job
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Rep The QBC
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Mobb Deep |