6 To 14 In 12 Lyrics - Against Da Grain - Youngbloodz

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 

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 

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 

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, youre 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 

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