6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers as hell It ain't no mo' going to my folk ain't got no mo' bail 'Cuz first me, and then it's you I say first me, and then it's you
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I walked out and fought There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't a fuck Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many They got you on the lock, men into your bums
I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped With my back against the wall, waiting on me to turn it back Now is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip So watch that shit, just as ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it Before they you slanted, don't panic, you on your own Now yourself, they everywhere off in your town Taking what is
6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow as hell It ain't no mo' to jail 'Cuz my folk got no mo' bail first it's me, and then it's you I say first it's me, and it's you
I woke up quick, thought it was noon These had me gone, Victorias and perfume See when it too much good, got to go bad Just yesterday got my and tag
Feelin' good bad, on the way to see flat Tryin' to take it to the crib my folks bout the zag Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't too fast Just my luck, I creeps up on ass
The police study beats, settin' up this road Found out the hard way it's only 10 And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus tight Gave 'em all my shit, pulled to the right
And what was in my head, "Now I'm all fucked up" Like my square, Sir, tell me what is all this I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm in this wagon Handcuffin' this ass nigga still braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the this be 'bout? Tell me the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out? See at times like this, you depend on your folk See we got that lil' bit, but rather it on dope Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in 6 to 14 in 12, too slow
Hey, up man? Hey, let me get one of them from you folk I hope these niggas at the man Damn man, these folk got me here Bout some motherfuckin' license man
What kinda shit is man? Made my hoe walk to the Man, I hope niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up here now
on the blow Man, niggas ain't at the attic, man Man, this shit, man I gotta my momma, man fuck this
Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode They took my license, so now my shit is But me and Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy Ready to stomp the gas I see a flashin' blue light The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the to get the right Police be out your ass, cash low Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the
Either or mine, stay down on da' grind Servin' niggas with the dope from a to a line Throw my shit in the make it hard to find 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around
I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't wit' Now what the hell just done As I'm lost in this shit Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I bail And break bail, up out these cells, see what I do well And dat is last remark
So don't you start around up here up after dark Thinkin' you hard, no regard see I'm a hit you where it hurts Quenches the thirst, you in the
Makin it bad from worse off in the From what you did I kid you not, and Attic Crew And shit just as you rottin'