Handcuffs Lyrics

Mobb Deep

publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Monty Criswell, Tom Shapiro, Driver Williams
album: Track 7 in album Infamy
release date: 2001-12-11
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Gangsta
length: 3:35

Cover Art

Mobb Deep Infamy cover art
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Girl I know you love a thug be wildin'
Smack flames out a ***** and I got you smilin'
The way I cut a ***** 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 ? full of ?
Said you went to catholic school and that's cool
Let me see you throw the suit on
With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off
Start for the touchin'
And I'm sick with the candle
A fatty, ain't nothin' that a ***** can't handle
I been through it
It's a first time for everything, settin 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 **** up and let you out of that stable
Used to think like that until I thought
? shoe on the other foot and I got ?
Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss
Hell no *****, not while I'm up in New York
She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want, **** who she want
Then ***** It's a wrap
You like 'No she won't', but yes she will
Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail

(Chorus) X4
I got them keys to those handcuffs (handcuffs)
want to be free throw your hands up (wanna be free)

My *****s in NY know the game
***** front, she gettin' out on the shoulder lane
It's 3 in the mornin', why you think you came
Should've 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 **** could lead to
The reaction, your mind'll crack
And put my mans on if it's poppin'
***** you laughin'?
Everything that I spit is real
And everything on your inside you scared to tell
The word creep, "no" ring a bell
Girl I know the situation all too well
I'ma keep it gangsta, rep the 'bout
Lady caught on, so I had to bounce
With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused
That's when a ***** knew I had to get out
Know what you're goin' through, been there before
Relationships now, it's like they got these laws
Girl all you want to do is just be free
And that's why a ***** like me got these keys


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Pray for Me
  • 2 Get Away
  • 3 Bounce
  • 4 Clap
  • 5 Kill That Nigga
  • 6 My Gats Spitting
  • 7 Handcuffs
  • 8 Hey Luv (Anything)
  • 9 The Learning (Burn)
  • 10 Live Foul
  • 11 Hurt Niggas
  • 12 Get at Me
  • 13 I Won't Fall
  • 14 Crawlin
  • 15 Nothing Like Home
  • 16 There I Go Again / So Long