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Yea, ok-ok, yea |
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[Chorus x2: Havoc] |
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Just when you thought it was ova |
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The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+ |
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[Verse 1: Havoc] |
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Now, you can catch me by the bar |
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Shorty lovin' my full, gettin' her nipples hard |
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Asked - "what's up with the Mobb?" |
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"And heard y'all broke up?" |
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Look off in the corner my nigga P, now focus |
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That nigga been my grimy for 15 |
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And rumor, this nature couldn't stop us from gettin' CREAM |
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A nigga asked me one more time, in the Infa' beam |
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I'ma chop your homey down, make a nigga my minie-me |
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Stop all of the gossip, baby don't you got better things |
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Fuck a new friend, they just potential enemies |
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Overall, wounds on your hole, and let it bleed |
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Can't front the jealousy, just bring out the best of me |
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Bring out the heater, spit the Ether 'til cheddar bring |
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Broke work friends, yea they all on my melody |
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Me and P Generals, y'all just soldiers |
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Mobb here forever, trick remember I told ya |
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[Chorus x4: Havoc] |
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[Verse 2: Prodigy] |
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The best two man team in rap music |
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You don't gotta ask, this is what it sound like to be ruthless |
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Relentless at makin' hits |
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Mobb Deep boy, what y'all gon' do? (Shit) |
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With my bullets pine your head |
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The only one you know, squeezin' folks |
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And connect, to whoever I was squeezin' for |
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I get searched and let 'em feel my gun |
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They know P not shootin' unless you force him |
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And they know Hav' won't get you, unless you make that nigga |
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And we off in the club, doin' what we does |
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So while you runnin' your mouth about us |
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Me and Hav' in the hotel, tradin' sluts (Aiyo get'out) |
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You can rally the troops from our dunns |
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Call all your goons, from when you was locked up |
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Put us all in one room, and we can lock up |
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This is Infamous to the death son |
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[Chorus x4: Havoc] |
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[Verse 3: Havoc] |
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Yea, yea, yea |
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No stop the blasphemy talkin' |
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Mobb they goin' everywhere, we been tourin' |
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If you thought other wise, then fuck it, we spoilin' |
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Your plans, hit you then you lose the 21 grands |
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So you can run and tell your mens |
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They ain't gotta switch over to commercial brand |
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[Verse 4: Prodigy] |
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Yo dunn, they wish they can have talent like this |
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We do our own beats, and we write our own shit |
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Pay for our own movies to be filmed and put out |
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Got stamina for longevity, we in the house, forever |
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You gon' know our name |
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And it's gon' burn you up inside the more you think |
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[Chorus x4: Havoc] |
