Perfect Plot

[Hook: Havoc]

Uh huh, uh huh

The Mobb comin' through, no doubt kid

Schemin' and layin' with the +Perfect Plot+ (+Perfect Plot+)

We the first ones awoke and the last ones asleep

And that's why we got the drop (got the drop)

Rip shows, hit hoes

I'm the type of nigga that a have your baby father vexed

Whatever you say bounces off of me and right back to you

And if it get back to us then we clappin' you (what do)

[Verse One: Prodigy]

Born to be wild, push to the front of the crowd

Top of the pile, state of the art rhymes a hundred miles

I lay down on chocolate clouds

Then pull out and let blow on any clown

Listen to the globe go round

'Cause my silence is the most powerfulest weapon yet found

Hold it down, my tongue that is, I 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 carpenter

You need to downshift to slow down kid

Or get surrounded and pounded out, real quick

Hey yo check out what the storm blew in...

[Hook: Havoc]

[Verse Two: Big Noyd]

Check the main attraction of this rap shit

The Infamous slap some shit

On the track and get this whole atlas wide open

And stuck on it, you need to hang it up like a warnin'

Your shit borin', rap be 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 you Girl Scout it I be reppin' QB drownin'

Boxes of Heinekens, gin bottles with the handles

Rubber handles, then crack paper

Gettin' flipped to stack paper

The beat's flavor make your pile more greater

Fuck y'all Mobb haters

We got y'all wives on the Beta, while you playin' wit her

We makin' her loose and turned on

She love when the thug is blowin', 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 clique

A nigga wasn't shit

Y'all niggas wasn't feelin' this shit

Now you hearin' it, get off my dick

Y'all niggas sick like a virus

I wish one of y'all niggas try this...

[Hook: Havoc]

[Verse Three: Havoc]

The Mobb got it locked down

Still heavyweights and it's the VI

New niggas was shook, ain't it ill how we can read eyes?

No stoppin' this, it's approximate that you be coppin' this

Head lockin' shit bring it back where it's suppose to be

Take a dose of this, guarantee cats'll be stuck

Check the QBC just to cop from us

M O B B, make no mistake it's us

Thought it was hashish but the shit was laced with dust

You all fucked up, share the bread, no one to trust

Walkin' the streets with a bag o' choke and it's still Dutch

Rep the 41st side, I hold the title with pride and when it's on

Use the infrared for guide, aim it at your inner

I'm like liquor in the winter, keep it warm, but make things

Extra hot when you enter, fuckin' faggot

Have you hoppin' like rabbits for carrots

No need to yell the name, we already established

[Hook: Prodigy] X2

The Mobb comin' through, no doubt kid

Schemin' and layin' with the +Perfect Plot+ (+Perfect Plot+)

We the first ones awoke and the last ones asleep

And that's why we go the drop (got the drop)

Rip shows, hit hoes

I'm the type of nigga that a 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 do)

[Hook: Havoc]