Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Juvenile Hell

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