12 - Gucci Mane

There go 12 my nigga\nYou better bail my nigga\nCan’t be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga\nYou better run my nigga\nCus here they come my nigga\nHide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga\nThere go 12 my nigga\nYou better bail my nigga\nCan’t be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga\nYou better run my nigga\nCus here they come my nigga\nHide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga\nOrange suit, shower, shoes, jail house tattoos\nI keep money on my book, I live the life of a crook\nAin’t no sunshine nigga, I’m just doin' my time\nWhen I touch down on the block I’m poppin' bottles of wine\nGucci Mane, I’m a motherfuckin' G\nI’m looking out for twelve cus they looking out for me\nAnd if I see them crackers then a nigga gotta skeet\nCan’t let them pussy boys play a nigga off the street\nAnd plus a nigga gotta pack a fat gun, if he tote a crack bomb\nNever caught a dope case? Don’t try to catch one\nFirst one to skeet on my feet be them air force ones\nRunning like a slave in them days of the hot sun\nYou gone get locked up, you froze up, they rolled up\nPopped and got hit with that billy club, it’s swole up\nMama mad as hell cus she gotta bail your tail out\nTired of the stress, so she put your stupid ass out\nBack doing the same thing, selling crack cocaine\nPolice know your name, but you just won’t lay low man\nIt’s a dirty game when you slangin' them birdies\nGot caught with a brick, and they hit the trick with 30\nProbably gone do 10 but a dub on that paper man\nTrappin' in Decatur better run from them haters man\nYou better run from them haters man\nBetter run from them haters man\nThere go 12 my nigga\nYou better bail my nigga\nCan’t be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga\nYou better run my nigga\nCus here they come my nigga\nHide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga\nThere go 12 my nigga\nYou better bail my nigga\nCan’t be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga\nYou better run my nigga\nCus here they come my nigga\nHide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga\nThe police, DCPD the crime rate gone increase\nBrave bring your Glock and leave your pepper spray\nA paddy wagon full of yay, is you asking where I stay?\nGetting paid off the money from a drug raid\nIdolized by the innocent American youth\nI’m with these billy clubs, big gats and them bulletproofs\nThat’s why these cop killer bullets in my clip\nI’m infiltrating your vest and drawing some smiley faces on your chest\n9−1-1 in my community is a waste of time\nThey don’t prevent the shit, but come when you commit the crime\nThen put a flag on a casket when a pig drops?\nWhat about my boy who got popped by that corrupt cop?\nWe got the right, to get our ass whopped on sight\nPolice man by day, a fucking Klans-man by night\nI’m shooting birds at your ass standing on the corner\nFuck dodging 12, lil jits go waiting on em\nThere go 12 my nigga\nYou better bail my nigga\nCan’t be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga\nYou better run my nigga\nCus here they come my nigga\nHide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga\nThere go 12 my nigga\nYou better bail my nigga\nCan’t be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga\nYou better run my nigga\nCus here they come my nigga\nHide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga