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They got me locked in Spofford, the lil juvenile criminal
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Two kids approach to put blades to my throat
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They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that
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Give it up? Huh, you don't believe that
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So I threw on my hood, pulled out the banger
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Swung it at the kids, that put me in danger
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They put away them blades and said,
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"Why it gotta be like that?"
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Cause you get a little ox, and don't know how to act
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Yeah, now I got props, and I'm runnin shit
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And when it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it
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So sit back and just chill
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Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill
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Only got a month left, so I gotta be on my best
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But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test
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So I wild, with a blade and a Kool-Aid smile
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Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec
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Damn, I wish I could put my hands on a
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nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to Babylon
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But if you don't, got a knuckle game that's a damn shame
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Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers
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But I refuse, cause I got nuttin to lose
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Props I gotta earn, plus I gotta pay my dues
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So in the meantime, I got a ox in my pocket
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They got me locked in Spofford
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Locked down, they got me locked down
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Damn, they got me locked down
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Locked down, they got me locked down
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Damn, they got me locked down
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To Spofford, and JV's worse than Rikers
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Adolescents that ball hardcore
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With the criminal minded juveniles
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The real lil niggaz step out of the piles
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And I'm not takin no shorts while I'm up here
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Spit em up, gem stars, but ain't no scars here
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Protective custody's got mines
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No type of help, I'm in here for self
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And so I got locked up on a one to two
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On the bus, catchin beef with mad crews
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Run my shoes, fuck that, I'm goin out kid
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But not too buckwild, cause I gotta finish my bid
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Four times, for my peoples up from the 'Bridge
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Here, it takes a lot of heart to live
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Behind bars, child correction
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Trapped in the buckwild ? East section
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They got me smokin the death sticks
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Niggaz got me fightin for my life, cause shit is real
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Shorty kill a man got locked down
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You want a buck sixty, you betta betta back down
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On the streets a hood, but in here
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you're up to no damn good, nigga I wish you would
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try to take mines, and try to shank mines
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Shorty corrupt, there's no stoppin me
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Even in jail, I tear shit up
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And when I get out, it's gonna get worse
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The devil in the flesh
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I'm puttin hammers on a hearse
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So while I'm in here, don't forget my name
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Ain't shit changed, I'm still the motherfuckin same
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I couldn't bitch up when I got here
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Cell wreck, I got shit locked here
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One more month I'm goin Uptown
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to the big pen, and I'ma still win
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Cause jail is my life, and I like it here
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Ain't no rules, you can do what you like in here
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Jailhouse blues, I miss the ghetto
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C.O.'s think they're five-oh's with no heat
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So what am I to do when they step
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Put em in check, and throw hands with a redneck
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And now I got a little crew to watch my back
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Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't gettin none of that
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Cause I got shit sewn up real tight
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Not one bit of fright, while I'm locked in Spofford
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Locked down, they got me locked down
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Damn, they got me locked down
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Locked down, they got me locked down
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Damn, they got me locked down
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Locked down, they got me locked down
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Damn, they got me locked down
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Locked down, they got me locked down
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Damn, they got me locked down
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Locked in Spofford
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Mobb Deep |