Locked In Spofford Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - 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 

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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 

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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