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モブ・ディープ( Mobb Deep )
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Locked In Spofford
作詞:Johnson Albert, Muchita Kejuan Waliek, Paul Shabazz, Kerwin Young
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 Babylon But 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 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 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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
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' 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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