Lyrics Locked In Spofford - Mobb Deep
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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