Lyrics:
I'm backseat on them drills
But by myself if it's a pape mission
He was talking out his neck until the K hit it
Yeah the pigs tried to jam bro until
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
now depend on the number that you pull
Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
12 still live, so 12 must die
I'm on a roll
I'm a champion
Put your fives and your ones up
6 rings, I'm a champion
Getting money, put your ones up
6 rings I'm a champion
Now ball
Ball [x12
for every time I'm strapped the 12 ride by ain't find my strap
Judge would a hit a nigga heart bout that
And nigga with some sense thankin' Got 'bout
So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
Cause pay checks are coming up
maintain
But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I
Did I hurt you? Tell me
And then why you hate me ? tell me girl
Pick your phone or just call me
Where is this love symphony
Why d'you left me by my
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
every night about 12 o'clock, yeah yeah
It blows every night about 12 o'clock
I said I'm goin' to Memphis, honey
Even if I have to walk
Oh come on now
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
designer on me, bitch, I'm so fly it don't matter
I wanted to feel the V12 when I was ridin' in Atlanta
Been sippin' good shit all day, I'm damn near high
And there was this hot rod lived in town
Said he had the fastest car anybody' round
We got dide by side on the saturday night
When the fellow didn't see that
crews so fly were covered by air traffic control
We rock the house till the early morning Hit It
Hit it
Yeah you know what I'm saying know what I'm saying
Unknown streets, city lights, flash before my eyes
Different faces every night, speaking words I've never heard
Got no judge by myself, need no
the cold, the dark
I feel like a 12-year-old kid
And I feel like I´m bound to die
I feel like a 12-year-old kid
And I feel like I´m bound to die
12
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first
There you go
Waving your arms like a girl
Secondary clothes
Don't worry, nobody knows
Somebody order my round
'Cause I'm getting by
With a twelve
you saying you my n***a tryna hop on my bitch
I know them n****s don't fuck with me I gotta watch my 6
Before I get carried by 6 rather be judged by 12
apartment we share, a hell!
[Nicky]
So do you, that's why I'm in hell too!
[Rod]
It sucks to be me!
[Nicky]
No it sucks to be me!
[Kate]
It sucks to be
To what I leave behind
Chart my course
To a beautiful open mind
A treasure map and a fishing rod
To get to the bottom of why I'm not on top
A two-by
said before I'm takin' you lame whores
Down to the phone, knock his ass on your good balls
Only one way to deal with these softies
Take they ass out
that's my faction
12 gon' make you full with them basic tactics
I was posted right by that park like Jurassic
A-Rod before the trade, yeah, I'm AR packin
Been A gansta
If you gonna do it to me just get it over with quick Imma respect it
If I'm blinded by the light you could believe I'm flossin
Got it
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