Cobra

Mobb Deep

[Intro: Havoc] 
Yea, ok-ok, yea 

[Chorus x2: Havoc] 
Just when you thought it was ova 
The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+ 

[Verse 1: Havoc] 
Now, you can catch me by the bar 
Shorty lovin' my full, gettin' her nipples hard 
Asked - "what's up with the Mobb?" 
"And heard y'all broke up?" 
Look off in the corner my nigga P, now focus 
That nigga been my grimy for 15 
And rumor, this nature couldn't stop us from gettin' CREAM 
A nigga asked me one more time, in the Infa' beam 
I'ma chop your homey down, make a nigga my minie-me 
Stop all of the gossip, baby don't you got better things 
Fuck a new friend, they just potential enemies 
Overall, wounds on your hole, and let it bleed 
Can't front the jealousy, just bring out the best of me 
Bring out the heater, spit the Ether 'til cheddar bring 
Broke work friends, yea they all on my melody 
Me and P Generals, y'all just soldiers 
Mobb here forever, trick remember I told ya 

[Chorus x4: Havoc] 

[Verse 2: Prodigy] 
The best two man team in rap music 
You don't gotta ask, this is what it sound like to be ruthless 
Relentless at makin' hits 
Mobb Deep boy, what y'all gon' do? (Shit) 
With my bullets pine your head 
The only one you know, squeezin' folks 
And connect, to whoever I was squeezin' for 
I get searched and let 'em feel my gun 
They know P not shootin' unless you force him 
And they know Hav' won't get you, unless you make that nigga 
And we off in the club, doin' what we does 
So while you runnin' your mouth about us 
Me and Hav' in the hotel, tradin' sluts (Aiyo get'out) 
You can rally the troops from our dunns 
Call all your goons, from when you was locked up 
Put us all in one room, and we can lock up 
This is Infamous to the death son 

[Chorus x4: Havoc] 

[Verse 3: Havoc] 
Yea, yea, yea 
No stop the blasphemy talkin' 
Mobb they goin' everywhere, we been tourin' 
If you thought other wise, then fuck it, we spoilin' 
Your plans, hit you then you lose the 21 grands 
So you can run and tell your mens 
They ain't gotta switch over to commercial brand 

[Verse 4: Prodigy] 
Yo dunn, they wish they can have talent like this 
We do our own beats, and we write our own shit 
Pay for our own movies to be filmed and put out 
Got stamina for longevity, we in the house, forever 
You gon' know our name 
And it's gon' burn you up inside the more you think 

[Chorus x4: Havoc]
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