Mobb Deep — 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]