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 niggas 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 I feel 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 niggas 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 dorm E section

They got me smokin the death sticks

Niggas 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’mma 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