[hook]

6 to 14 in 12 yall motherf*ckers slow as hell
It aint no mo going to jail
Cuz my folk aint got no mo bail
Cuz first its me and then its you
I say first its me and then its you

[J-Bo]
Now over the years as a Youngblood I done walked out and fought
Theres a cost to being brought up and still I aint gave a f*ck
Not easier said than done it dont 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 youd besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted dont 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 Im in the Lac so I aint 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 its only 10 oclock
And aint 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 Im all f*cked up
Like my square sir tell me what is all this for
I aint did a damn thang but Im back in this wagon
Handcuffin this clown ass nigga still braggin
Aint a damn thang funny what the hell this be bout
Tell me where the f*ck Im 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 Im out this bitch see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12 your too slow

Hey whats 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 motherf*ckin drivers 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
Thats on the blow
Man these niggas aint at the attic man
Man f*ck this shit man
I gotta call my momma man f*ck this

Bologna slab was thick aint 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 aint got the funds to get the right
Police be takin out your ass cash low
Aint 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
Its 6 to 14 and I aint f*ckin around

[J-Bo]
I cant help but just to be that nigga the nigga you cant f*ck wit
Now what the hell just done happened as Im 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 dont you start comin around up here up after dark
Thinkin you hard with no regard cause see Im 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