[Chorus: Havoc]
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Uh huh, uh huh
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The Mobb comin' through, no doubt kid
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Schemin' in, layin' with the (Perfect Plot) (Perfect Plot)
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We the first one's awoke and the last one to sleep
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And that's why we go the drop (Got the drop)
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Rip shows, hit hoes
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I'm the type of nigga that have your baby father vexed
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Whatever you say bounces of me and right back to you
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And if it get back to us then we clappin' you (What Duke?)
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[Verse 1: Prodigy]
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Born to be wild, push to the front of the crowd
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Top of the piles, state of the art, rhymes a 100 miles
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I layed on chocolate clouds
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Then pull out and blow on any clown
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Listen to the glow go round
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Cut my silencer, the most powerful weapon yet found
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Hold it down, my tongue that is, to bring the biz, keep it tight
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My mouth piece dispense my clips
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Fuckin' wit me, the scenery get highly intense
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Intelligent, gun buckers, duck fucka, you get bent ova
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I'm not signin' out soldier, rocket launcher
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Shank musketeer, face carved up
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But you need down shit for slow down kid
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Or get surrounded or pounded out, real quick
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Aiyo check out what the storm blew in...
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[Chorus: Havoc]
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[Verse 2: Big Noyd]
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Check the main attraction of these raps shit
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The infamous slapped some shit
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On the track and get, the whole atlas wide open
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Is stuck on it, you need to hang it up like I wanted
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You shit borin', rappin' pourin' on your head like its stormin'
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Hell fire, Vietnam your whole outfit, get re-rounded
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Yo you bout it bout it, though I doubt it doubt it
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While your girl scouted, I be repin QB drownin'
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Box is the Heineken's, Gin bottles with handle
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Rubber handles and crack paper
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Get flipped and stack paper
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The beats flavor, make your pile more greater
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Fuck y'all Mobb haters
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We got y'all wives on the bed'er, while you playin' wit her
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We makin' her loose and turned on
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She loves when thugs is glowin', she get aroused
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When I walk around with the gun showin'
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The Mobb steady blowin' with this 9-8 shit
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Before I had my clip, before I had my cake
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A nigga wasn't shit
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Y'all niggaz wasn't feelin' this shit
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Now y'all hearin' it, get of my dick
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Y'all niggaz sick like a virus
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I wish one of y'all niggaz try this...
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[Chorus: Havoc]
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[Verse 3: Havoc]
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The Mobb got it locked down
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Still heavy weights racin it's the V.I
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New niggaz were shook, ain't it ill how we can? vettias?
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No stoppin' this, it's approximate that you would be copin' this
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Head lockin' shit bring it back where its suppose to be
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Take a dose of this, guarantee cats will be stuck
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Check the QBC just to cop from us
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M O B B, make no mistake it's us
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Though it was hav shit, spread the shit that was laced with death
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You all fucked up, should bring, no one to trust
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Walk in the street with the bag'acho and it's still Dutch
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Rep the 41st side and hold the title with pride and when it's on
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Use the infrared for guide, aim at yo renta
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I'm like liquor in the winter, keep it warm, but make things
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Extra high when you enter, fuckin' faggot
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Have you hoppin' like rabbits for carrots
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No need the name, yo we already established
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[Chorus: Prodigy X2]
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The Mobb comin' through, no doubt kid
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Schemin' in, layin' the (Perfect Plot) (Perfect Plot)
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We the first one's awoke and the last one to sleep
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And that's why we go the drop (Got the drop)
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Rip shows, hit hoes
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I'm the type of nigga that have your baby mama wet
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Whatever you say bounces of me and right back to you
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And if it get back to us then we clappin' you (What Duke?)
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[Chorus: Havoc]
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Perfect Plot
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Mobb Deep |