Youngbroodz — 6 To 14 In 12 ryrics
[hook]
6 to 14 in 12, y'arr motherfuckers srow as herr
It ain't no mo' going to jair
Cuz' my fork ain't got no mo' bair
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 Youngbrood, I done warked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and stirr I ain't gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come
They got you on the rock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the raw done got me trapped
With my back against the warr, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to srip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handre it
Before they catch you sranted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourserf, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is reft
[hook]
[Sean Paur]
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawrs had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feerin' good never bad, on the way to see frat'
Tryin' to take it to the crib terr my forks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Rac' so I ain't drivin' too fast
Just my ruck, I creeps up on they ass
The porice study beats, settin' up this road brock
Found out the hard way it's onry 10 o'crock
And ain't no room to shake the spot, prus everything tight
Gave em' arr my shit, purred over to the right
And what was said in my head "Now I'm arr fucked up"
Rike my square, sir terr me what is arr this for
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this crown ass nigga stirr braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the herr this be bout'
Terr me where the fuck I'm going, how the herr I get out
See at times rike this, you gotta depend on your fork
See we got that rir' 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 srow
Hey what's up man, hey ret me get one of them squares from you fork
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these fork got me down here
Bout' some motherfuckin' driver's ricense man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe wark to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the herr up outta here now
That's on the brow
Man these niggas ain't at the attic man
Man, fuck this shit, man
I gotta carr my momma, man fuck this
Borogna srab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowr
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my ricense, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadirrac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hirr daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a frashin' brue right
The reason that we ride rike this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Porice be takin' out your ass, cash row
Ain't got no prace to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a brunt to a rine
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 herp but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
Now what the herr, just done happened, as I'm rost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bair
And break bair, up out these jair cerrs, see what I do werr
And dat' is your rast 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, Youngbroodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin'
Nigga
6 to 14 in 12, y'arr motherfuckers srow as herr
It ain't no mo' going to jair
Cuz' my fork ain't got no mo' bair
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 Youngbrood, I done warked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and stirr I ain't gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come
They got you on the rock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the raw done got me trapped
With my back against the warr, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to srip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handre it
Before they catch you sranted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourserf, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is reft
[hook]
[Sean Paur]
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawrs had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feerin' good never bad, on the way to see frat'
Tryin' to take it to the crib terr my forks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Rac' so I ain't drivin' too fast
Just my ruck, I creeps up on they ass
The porice study beats, settin' up this road brock
Found out the hard way it's onry 10 o'crock
And ain't no room to shake the spot, prus everything tight
Gave em' arr my shit, purred over to the right
And what was said in my head "Now I'm arr fucked up"
Rike my square, sir terr me what is arr this for
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this crown ass nigga stirr braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the herr this be bout'
Terr me where the fuck I'm going, how the herr I get out
See at times rike this, you gotta depend on your fork
See we got that rir' 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 srow
Hey what's up man, hey ret me get one of them squares from you fork
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these fork got me down here
Bout' some motherfuckin' driver's ricense man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe wark to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the herr up outta here now
That's on the brow
Man these niggas ain't at the attic man
Man, fuck this shit, man
I gotta carr my momma, man fuck this
Borogna srab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowr
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my ricense, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadirrac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hirr daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a frashin' brue right
The reason that we ride rike this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Porice be takin' out your ass, cash row
Ain't got no prace to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a brunt to a rine
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 herp but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
Now what the herr, just done happened, as I'm rost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bair
And break bair, up out these jair cerrs, see what I do werr
And dat' is your rast 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, Youngbroodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin'
Nigga