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lirik lagu 6 to 14 in 12 – youngbloodz

6 to 14 in 12, y’all motherf-ckers slow as h-ll
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

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 f-ck
not easier said than done, it don’t matter how many come
they got you on the lock, striking men into your b-ms

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 sh-t, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and d-ck you

takin’ you for granted, so n-gg- 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

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 -ss

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 sh-t, pulled over to the right

and what was said in my head, “now i’m all f-cked up”
like my square, sir, tell me what is all this for?
i ain’t did a d-mn thang, but i’m back in this wagon
handcuffin’ this clown -ss n-gg- still braggin’

ain’t a d-mn thang funny, what the h-ll this be ’bout?
tell me where the f-ck i’m going, how the h-ll 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 b-tch, see your -ss in court
6 to 14 in 12, you? re too slow

hey, what’s up man?
hey, let me get one of them squares from you folk
i hope these n-gg-s at the house man
d-mn man, these folk got me down here
? bout some motherf-ckin’ driver’s license man

what kinda sh-t is that man?
made my hoe walk to the house
man, i hope these n-gg-s at the crib man
i gotta get the h-ll up outta here now

that’s on the blow
man, these n-gg-s ain’t at the attic, man
man, f-ck this sh-t, man
i gotta call my momma, man f-ck 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 sh-t 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 -ss, cash low
ain’t got no place to stash my dope, at the time

either yours or mine, stay down on da’ grind
servin’ n-gg-s with the dope from a blunt to a line
throw my sh-t in the bushes make it hard to find
it’s 6 to 14 and i ain’t f-ckin’ around

i can’t help but just to be that n-gg-, the n-gg- you can’t f-ck wit’
now what the h-ll just done happened? as i’m lost in this sh-t
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’ sh-t just as you rottin’
n-gg-

- youngbloodz

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