Handcuffs Songtext
von Mobb Deep

Yes ma, how you doin′?
I understand you've been placed under arrest
For wantin′ to do your thing
I'm right here baby, I'mma be your co-council for today
We gonna get you up outta here
Just give me a minute, give me some time, alright?


Girl I know you love when thugs be wildin′
Smack flames outta nigga and of course you smilin′
The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose
A blood-stained Gucci suit will be the proof
Laid back cat but I love to chill
Love a freak in a thong with a freak for the yawn
Said you went to Catholic school and that's cool
Let me see you throw the suit on
With no interruptions, turn the cell off, start with the touchin′
And I'm sick with the candle
A wild fatty ain′t nothin' that a nigga can′t handle
I been through it, it's a first time for everything, set you free
And I feel you, your man ain't lettin′ you breathe
You a dime from your face to your navel
Your man better wake the fuck up and let you outta that stable
Used to think like that until I thought
Mad the shoe on the other foot and I got forced
To stay home, cook and clean like she the boss
Hell no nigga, not while I′m up in New York
She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want
Fuck who she want, then nigga it's a wrap
You like "No she won′t" but yes she will
Chick might as well have been comin' outta jail

I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up
I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up
I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up
I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up


My niggas in N.Y. know the game
Bitch front, she gettin′ out on the shoulder lane
It's three in the mornin′, why you think you came?
Shoulda stayed where you was, I don't play those games
Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter
There's only one thing that this shit could lead to
Tell the action, your mind′ll crack
And put my mans on if it′s poppin', bitch you laughin′
Everything that I spit is real
To everything on your inside you scared to tell
The word "creep" don't ring a bell
Girl I know the situation all too well
I′mma keep it gangsta, crept about
Lady called on so I had to bounce
With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused
That's when a nigga knew I had to get out
Know what you goin′ through, been there before
Relationships now it's like they got these laws
Girl all you wanna do is just be free
And that's why a nigga like me got these keys

I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up
I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up
I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up
I got them keys to those handcuffs
Wanna be free, throw your hands up

I got them keys
Wanna be free