Youngbloodz - 6 To 14 In 12 Lyrics
Hook6 to 14 in 12, yall mother*****ers slow as hellIt aint no mo going to jailCuz my folk aint got no mo bailCuz first its me, and then its youI say first its me, and then its you(j-bo)Now over the years as a youngblood, I done walked out and foughtTheres a cost to being brought up, and still I aint gave a *****Not easier said than done, it dont matter how many comeThey got you on the lock, striking men into your bumsSometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trappedWith my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it backNow that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slipSo watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick youTakin you for granted, so nigga youd besta handle itBefore they catch you slanted, dont panic, you on your ownNow brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is leftHook(sean paul)I woke up quick, thought it was about noonThese drawls had me gone, victorias and perfumeSee when it too much good, somethin got to go badJust yesterday got my insurance and tagFeelin good never bad, on the way to see flatTryin to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zagNow see Im in the lac so I aint drivin too fastJust my luck, I creeps up on they assThe police study beats, settin up this road blockFound out the hard way its only 10 oclockAnd aint no room to shake the spot, plus everything tightGave em all my shit, pulled over to the rightAnd what was said in my head now Im all *****ed upLike my square, sir tell me what is all this forI aint did a damn thang, but Im back in this wagonHandcuffin this clown ass nigga still bragginAint a damn thang funny, what the hell this be boutTell me where the ***** Im going, how the hell I get outSee at times like this, you gotta depend on your folkSee we got that lil bit, but rather spend it on dopeNow Im out this *****, see your ass in court6 to 14 in 12, your too slowHey whats up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folkI hope these niggas at the house manDamn man ,these folk got me down hereBout some mother*****in drivers license manWhat kinda shit is that man?Made my hoe walk to the houseMan I hope these niggas at the crib manI gotta get the hell up outta here nowThats on the blowMan these niggas aint at the attic manMan, ***** this shit, manI gotta call my momma, man ***** thisBologna slab was thick, aint no grits in my bowlTryin to take it to the crib, and sit on my commodeThey took my license, so now my shit is goneBut me and this cadillac, we got a mind of our ownWood grain, hill daddy tightReady to stomp the gas when I see a flashin blue lightThe reason that we ride like this, aint got the funds to get the rightPolice be takin out your ass, cash lowAint got no place to stash my dope, at the timeEither yours or mine, stay down on da grindServin niggas with the dope from a blunt to a lineThrow my shit in the bushes make it hard to findIts 6 to 14 and I aint *****in around(j-bo)I cant help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you cant ***** witNow what the hell, just done happened, as Im lost in this shitOff in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bailAnd break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do wellAnd dat is your last remarkSo dont you start comin around up here up after darkThinkin you hard, with no regard, cause see Im a hit you where it hurtsQuenches the thirst, you in the curseMakin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done didI kid you not, youngbloodz and attic crew and takin shit just as you rottinNigga
