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Mobb Deep

Cobra

 

Cobra

(album: The Infamous Archives - 2007)


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

[Chorus: Havoc X2]
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 loving my full, getting 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 getting 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: Havoc X4]

[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 making hits
Mobb Deep boy, what y'all gon' do? (Shit)
With my bullets pine your head
The only one you know, squeezing folks
And connect, to whoever I was squeezing for
I get searched and let 'em feel my gun
They know P not shooting unless you force him
And they know Hav' won't get you, unless you make that nigga
And we off in the club, doing what we does
So while you running your mouth about us
Me and Hav' in the hotel, trading 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: Havoc X4]

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Yea, yea, yea
No stop the blasphemy talking
Mobb they going everywhere, we been touring
If you thought other wise, then fuck it, we spoiling
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 Four: 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: Havoc X4]

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