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Handcuffs
1,804
Hip-Hop/Rap
Handcuffs was released on December 11, 2001 by LOUD/Columbia as a part of the album Infamy
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AlbumInfamy
Release DateDecember 11, 2001
LabelLOUD/Columbia
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Performer
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Monsalve
Oscar Monsalve
Assistant Engineer
Frank Zago
Frank Zago
Assistant Engineer
Jamie Garcia
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Halsey Quemere
Halsey Quemere
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Ronald Odum
Ronald Odum
Assistant Producer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Laid back cat but I love to chill
Love a freak in a thong with a freak full of yarn
Said you went to catholic school and that's cool
Let me see you throw the suit on
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Used to think like that until I thought
Man, shoe on the other foot and I got fours
Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss
Hell no, ****, not while I'm up in New York
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
My **** 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
[Verse 10]
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 laughing
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
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
[Verse 13]
Know what you're 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 **** like me got these keys
[Verse 14]
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
[Verse 15]
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
[Verse 16]
I got them keys, I got them keys, I got them keys
Wanna be free, wanna be free, wanna be free
Written by: Albert Johnson, Jerry Williams Jr., Kejuan Muchita
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