YoungBloodZ - 6 to 14 in 12Lyrics

hook 6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell It ain't no mo' going to jail 'cause' my folk ain't got no mo' bail 'cause' first it's me, and then it's you I say first it's me, and then it's you (J-Bo) Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a fuck Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped With 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 bound to slip So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it Before they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left hook (Sean Paul) I woke up quick, thought it was about noon These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad Just yesterday got my insurance and tag Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flat' Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag Now see I'm in the Lac' so I ain't drivin' too fast Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass The police study beats, settin' up this road block Found out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right And what was said in my head "Now I'm all fucked up" Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still braggin' Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be bout' Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in court 6 to 14 in 12, your too slow Hey what's up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk I hope these niggas at the house man Damn man ,these folk got me down here Bout' some motherfuckin' driver's license man What kinda shit is that man? Made my hoe walk to the house Man I hope these niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up outta here now That's on the blow Man these niggas ain't at the attic man Man, fuck this shit, man I gotta call my momma, man fuck this Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode They took my license, so now my shit is gone But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own Wood grain, hill daddy tight Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the right Police be takin' out your ass, cash low Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around (J-Bo) I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit' Now what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this shit Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well And dat' is your last remark So don't you start comin' around up here up after dark Thinkin' you hard, with no regard, cause see I'm a' hit you where it hurts Quenches the thirst, you in the curse Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin' Nigga