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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
