Artist/Band: 
Mobb Deep 
Lyrics for Song: Cobra 
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Mobb Deep
  
               
  15675>[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 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: 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 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: Havoc X4]
 
 
  [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 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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