6 to 14 in 12, y'all slow as hell It ain't no mo' going to 'Cuz my folk got no mo' bail 'Cuz first me, and then it's you I say first it's me, and then you
Now over the as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought There's a cost to being brought up, and still I gave a fuck Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many got you on the lock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you to slip So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd handle it Before they catch you slanted, panic, you on your own Now brace yourself, everywhere off in your town what is left
6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow as hell It ain't no mo' to jail my folk ain't got no mo' bail 'Cuz first it's me, and then you I say first it's me, and it's you
I up quick, thought it was about noon These had me gone, Victorias and perfume See when it too good, somethin' got to go bad Just got my insurance and tag
good never bad, on the way to see flat Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my bout the zag Now see I'm in the Lac so I drivin' too fast Just my luck, I creeps up on ass
The police study beats, settin' up this road Found out the hard way only 10 o'clock And ain't no to shake the spot, plus everything tight 'em all my shit, pulled over to the right
And what was said in my head, "Now I'm all up" Like my square, Sir, me what is all this for? I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in wagon Handcuffin' this clown ass still braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell 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 spend it on dope Now I'm out bitch, see your ass in court 6 to 14 in 12, youre too
Hey, up man? Hey, let me get one of them squares from you I hope these niggas at the man man, these folk got me down here Bout some driver's license man
What kinda is that man? my hoe walk to the house Man, I hope these niggas at the man I gotta get the hell up here now
That's on the Man, niggas ain't at the attic, man Man, fuck 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 is gone But me and Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
grain, hill daddy tight Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the be takin' out your ass, cash low Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the
yours or mine, stay down on da' grind Servin' with the dope from a blunt to a line Throw my in the bushes make it hard to find 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around
I help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit' Now what the hell just happened? As I'm lost in this shit Off in these cuts, doing I gotta do, just as I reap bail And bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well And dat is last remark
So don't you start around up here up after dark you hard, with no regard 'Cause see I'm a hit you where it the thirst, you in the curse
Makin it bad worse off in the hearst From you done did I kid you not, and Attic Crew And shit just as you rottin'