Mobb Deep

Perfect Plot

Mobb Deep


(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 
But 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]