- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Jacobs
 - Dale R
 
- Tags:
 - east coast hip hop
 - gangsta rap
 - havoc
 - mobb deep
 - new york hip hop
 
- See also:
 
Mobb Deep - Cobra lyrics
[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 headMobb Deep - Cobra - http://motolyrics.com/mobb-deep/cobra-lyrics.html
 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]









