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Mobb Deep - Locked in Spofford lyrics
They got me locked in Spofford the lil juvenile criminal Two kids approach to put blades to my throat They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that Give it up? Huh you don't believe that So I threw on my hood pulled out the banger Swung it at the kids that put me in danger They put away them blades and said "Why it gotta be like that?" Cause you get a little ox and don't know how to act Yeah, now I got props, and I'm runnin shit And when it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it So sit back and just chill Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill Only got a month left, so I gotta be on my best But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test So I wild, with a blade and a Kool-Aid smile Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec Damn, I wish I could put my hands on a nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to Babylon But if you don't, got a knuckle game that's a damn shame Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers But I refuse, cause I got nuttin to lose Props I gotta earn, plus I gotta pay my dues So in the meantime, I got a ox in my pocket They got me locked in Spofford Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down To Spofford, and JV's worse than Rikers Adolescents that ball hardcore With the criminal minded juveniles The real lil niggaz step out of the piles And I'm not takin no shorts while I'm up here Spit em up, gem stars, but ain't no scars here Protective custody's got mines No type of help, I'm in here for self And so I got locked up on a one to two On the bus, catchin beef with mad crews Run my shoes, fuck that, I'm goin out kid But not too buckwild, cause I gotta finish my bid Four times, for my peoples up from the 'Bridge Here, it takes a lot of heart to live Behind bars, child correction Trapped in the buckwild ? East section They got me smokin the death sticks Niggaz got me fightin for my life, cause shit is real Shorty kill a man got locked down You want a buck sixty, you betta betta back down On the streets a hood, but in here you're up to no damn good, nigga I wish you would try to take mines, and try to shank mines Shorty corrupt, there's no stoppin me Even in jail, I tear shit up And when I get out, it's gonna get worse The devil in the flesh I'm puttin hammers on a hearse So while I'm in here, don't forget my name Ain't shit changed, I'm still the motherfuckin same I couldn't bitch up when I got here Cell wreck, I got shit locked here One more month I'm goin Uptown to the big pen, and I'ma still win Cause jail is my life, and I like it here Ain't no rules, you can do what you like in here Jailhouse blues, I miss the ghetto C.O.'s think they're five-oh's with no heat So what am I to do when they step Put em in check, and throw hands with a redneck And now I got a little crew to watch my back Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't gettin none of that Cause I got shit sewn up real tight Not one bit of fright, while I'm locked in Spofford Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down |
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