[Hook]

6 to 14 in 12, y'all mother$#&@ers 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 $#&@
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 %#@!, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so ^!$$% 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


[hook]

[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 $$#
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 %#@!, pulled over to the right

And what was said in my head "Now I'm all $#&@ed 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 $$# ^!$$% still braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be bout'
Tell me where the $#&@ 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 (*##$, see your $$# 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 ^!$$%s at the house man
Damn man ,these folk got me down here
Bout' some mother$#&@in' driver's license man

What kinda %#@! is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the house
Man I hope these ^!$$%s at the crib man

I gotta get the hell up outta here now
That's on the blow
Man these ^!$$%s ain't at the attic man

Man, $#&@ this %#@!, man
I gotta call my momma, man $#&@ 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 %#@! 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 $$#, cash low
Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time

Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' ^!$$%s with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my %#@! in the bushes make it hard to find

It's 6 to 14 and I ain't $#&@in' around

[J-Bo]

I can't help but just to be that ^!$$%, the ^!$$% you can't $#&@ wit'
Now what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this %#@!
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' %#@! just as you rottin'

^!$$%