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6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell

It ain't no mo' going to jail

Cuz' my folk ain't got no mo' bail

Cuz' 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



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(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