Lyrics:
[Chorus: Prodigy X2]
Prodigy, Rappin' Noyd, H A V O C
(Rep The QBC), eyes on my enemies, exclusive
'96 introducin', (Yea y'all)
The Infamous Mobb
these niggas get p-noid
Gem star make a nigga face keloid
Our 16s'll have your crew destroyed
LOX them niggas you wanna evoid
LOX is that hard life,
[Prodigy]
Come on man, Eastsidaz
[Goldie Loc]
Eastside...
[Prodigy]
Infamous Mobb
[Tray Deee]
Infamous Mobb Deep
[Verse 1 - Prodigy,
a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb, run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on 'em
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life,
a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb, run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on 'em
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life,
Mobb Deep yeah
Clinton Sparks! We're about to
Pop off real fast this is H right here
Got P by my side ya heard?
(Uh, huh) Let's do it like this
Check it
wild trying to rearrange other artist's
Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
Trap Mobb
Yeahhhh
Trap Mobb
Yeahhhh
Trap Mobb
Yeahhhh
Trap Mobb
Yeahhhh
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
The fuck you niggas wanna do? (Mobb Niggas)
They call me the P nigga
We Infamous Mobb nigga
We could only get bigger (Mobb Niggas)
We the number one team
We
forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
Ha ha, ungh, once a-muthafuckin' gain
Me an my nigga, Silkk
We gon' show y'all how we mobb
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
West Coast style
duel to the death, this is murder, death, kill
Stay real, because the sun can't chill
M-O-B-B, ain't nobody playin' 'round
Vinnie P-P, fuck around,
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
daddies alert
Braydan Garrett ain't gon' bench press me
Ima shoot him and his whole P&R team
Flickin' up in this bitch, what you gon' do?
Aye, me, Slim,
that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your
a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your
Yo, M-O-B-B D-E-E-P motherfucker, word up
Q-borough, mad thorough
All my live niggas, check it, check it
Nobody close to they toes, so chill
Nobody
Mobb p
Yo, My nigga Prodigy gone
I'm left devastated you be a shook one if
Doctors had you all sedated
My nigga left a mark as
Just one of the greatest
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