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letra de 12 or 6 - wu-syndicate

[intro: myalansky]
can’t give up, it’s like that man
i’m saying man, i thought it was all good man
i thought you was a soldier and sh-t
just catch a little case, then you start
then you start leaking and sh-t
what the f-ck is going on man

[myalansky]
target since a juvenile, they tried to screw me in trial
to walk the mile, thought they knew my style
feds said i f-ck with jamaicans’
prospect expressway and ocean ave, the found nathan
you know i never rat kerry
got me peeking out my window cause printo was leaking info
thought nicky was a soldier but he folded
that sh-t p-ssy, still don’t believe he told son
the whole sh-t feel apart once they bagged apache
kerry was your pappy, p-ssy, you some mad n-ggas
thought yall f-ggots how to flex
sn-tch’n the rep, you birthed clones in the projects
rocking platinum before n-ggas, nah no disrespect
i’m talking true to life drug dealers
traced back to early eighties, ten years after pearly made me
life in the street became the world that raised me
half a million sold on the swarm, dropped the single
where was heaven, and brought you half of the puzzle
pour this in your gl-ss and guzzle it, b-tch
convict me by twelve or carry me by six
but i ain’t playing snitch, twelve or six

[chorus: myalansky]
it takes twelve to convict me, six to kiss me
then place me underneath the earth and call me history
transport to penitentiary for a century
it’s like a masonry curse on the kennedy’s
i chose affiliated with crimes and never i will be played a snitch
twelve or six

[joe mafia]
ayo, how the f-ck you get home
how the f-ck you get locked up, come back home and get right back on
n-ggas cheated when emotion get pinned
straight ratting on fam like it don’t mean sh-t
godd-mn, n-ggas ride around all day and they care free
like it don’t mean nothing it’s stunt’n to scare me
gotta watch who i serve, they re-estating indictments
dirty with c0ke and a pistol, threw me in riker’s
stashing at my baby mom’s crib, it ain’t safe no more
death to a snitch in two thousand and five
but if only yall new young n-ggas stay the f-ck out my way
cause i don’t know what’s going on ya heard me
before i have to body one of you i’ll stay to myself
know the town’s big enough, i ain’t share’n my wealth
get yours and keep your boys over there with you
cause on the real ain’t n0body ratting but you
police -ss n-gga, diplomat d-cks with work
knocking off good n-ggas you get what you deserve
i got cats doing kingpin time, f-ck all you benedict
n-ggas in the bricks that pinch, yall ain’t sh-t
i don’t rock nothing, and i don’t know where to get it at
front’n like it’s good and gravey, make me twist your cap
co-d’s wooh-dee, riding, surviving
names ringing in the regional with saint choirs
motherf-ckers in the hood straight rocking wires
fires, suppliers, the block’s tired
the game ain’t a game no more, hit reveals squeal
federalos on the constant, direct marked bills
f-ck chill, n-ggas wanna see me in the box
so i’ma keep bang’n til they lay in the box

[chorus]
it takes twelve to convict me, six to kiss me
then place me underneath the earth and call me history
transport to penitentiary for a century
it’s like a masonry curse on the kennedy’s
i chose affiliated with crimes and never i will be played a snitch
twelve or six

- wu syndicate

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