6 to 14 in 12, motherfuckers slow 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 it's me, and then it's you
Now the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought There's a cost to brought up, and still I ain't gave a fuck Not easier said done, it don't matter how many come They got you on the lock, striking men into your
I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it Now that is that, and is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip So watch that shit, just as ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga besta handle it Before they catch you slanted, panic, you on your own Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in town Taking what is
6 to 14 in 12, y'all slow as hell It ain't no mo' to jail my folk ain't got no mo' bail 'Cuz 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 about These drawls had me gone, Victorias and See when it too much good, got to go bad Just got my insurance and tag
Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my bout the zag Now see I'm in the Lac so I ain't too fast my luck, I creeps up on they ass
The police study beats, settin' up this block Found out the hard way it's 10 o'clock And ain't no to shake the spot, plus everything tight Gave 'em all my shit, pulled over to the
And what was said in my head, "Now I'm all up" Like my square, Sir, tell me what is all this I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in wagon Handcuffin' this ass nigga still braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, the hell this be 'bout? Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the I get out? See at times like this, you gotta on your folk See we got that lil' bit, but rather it on dope Now I'm out bitch, see your ass in court 6 to 14 in 12, too slow
Hey, up man? Hey, let me get one of them from you folk I hope niggas at the house man Damn man, these folk got me here Bout some motherfuckin' driver's man
What kinda shit is that Made my hoe walk to the Man, I these niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up here now
That's on the Man, these niggas at the attic, man Man, this shit, man I gotta call my momma, man this
Bologna slab was thick, ain't no in my bowl Tryin' to it to the crib, and sit on my commode They my license, so now my shit is gone But me and this Cadillac, we got a of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light The reason that we ride like this, got the funds to get the right Police be takin' out ass, cash low Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the
Either yours or mine, stay down on da' Servin' niggas with the dope from a to a line Throw my shit in the bushes make it to find 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around
I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you fuck wit' Now what the hell just done happened? As I'm lost in this Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, as I reap bail And break bail, up out these cells, see what I do well And dat is last remark
So don't you start comin' around up 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 worse off in the hearst From what you did I kid you not, and Attic Crew And takin' shit as you rottin'