Song | Locked in Spofford |
Artist | Mobb Deep |
Album | Juvenile Hell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Havoc, Porter, Prodigy ... | |
They got me locked in | |
Spofford, the li'l 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 li'l 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 | |
BabylonBut if you don't, got a knuckle game, that's a damn shame | |
Nigga [unverified] 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 | |
SpoffordLocked 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 | |
RikersAdolescents that ball hardcore | |
With the criminal minded juveniles | |
The real li'l 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 [unverified] 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' | |
UptownTo 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 | |
SpoffordLocked 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 |
zuo ci : Havoc, Porter, Prodigy ... | |
They got me locked in | |
Spofford, the li' l 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 li' l 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 | |
KoolAid 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 | |
BabylonBut if you don' t, got a knuckle game, that' s a damn shame | |
Nigga unverified 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 | |
SpoffordLocked 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 | |
RikersAdolescents that ball hardcore | |
With the criminal minded juveniles | |
The real li' l 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 unverified 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' | |
UptownTo 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 fiveoh' 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 | |
SpoffordLocked 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 |
zuò cí : Havoc, Porter, Prodigy ... | |
They got me locked in | |
Spofford, the li' l 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 li' l 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 | |
KoolAid 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 | |
BabylonBut if you don' t, got a knuckle game, that' s a damn shame | |
Nigga unverified 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 | |
SpoffordLocked 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 | |
RikersAdolescents that ball hardcore | |
With the criminal minded juveniles | |
The real li' l 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 unverified 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' | |
UptownTo 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 fiveoh' 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 | |
SpoffordLocked 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 |