Mobb Deep

Mobb Deep - Locked In Spofford lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Records Inc.

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: Juvenile Hell (1993)

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