Gucci Mane - 12 Lyrics
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    12

    [Chorus]
    There go 12 my nigga
    You better bail my nigga
    Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
    You better run my nigga
    Cus here they come my nigga
    Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga
    There go 12 my nigga
    You better bail my nigga
    Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
    You better run my nigga
    Cus here they come my nigga
    Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

    [Verse 1]
    Orange suit, shower, shoes, jail house tattoos
    I keep money on my book, I live the life of a crook
    Ain't no sunshine nigga, i'm just doin' my time
    When I touch down on the block i'm poppin' bottles of wine
    Gucci Mane, i'm a motherfuckin' G
    I'm looking out for twelve cus they looking out for me
    And if I see them crackers then a nigga gotta skeet
    Can't let them pussy boys play a nigga off the street
    And plus a nigga gotta pack a fat gun, if he tote a crack bomb
    Never caught a dope case? Don't try to catch one
    First one to skeet on my feet be them air force ones
    Running like a slave in them days of the hot sun
    You gone get locked up, you froze up, they rolled up
    Popped and got hit with that billy club, it's swole up
    Mama mad as hell cus she gotta bail your tail out
    Tired of the stress, so she put your stupid ass out
    Back doing the same thing, selling crack cocaine
    Police know your name, but you just won't lay low man
    It's a dirty game when you slangin' them birdies
    Got caught with a brick, and they hit the trick with 30
    Probably gone do 10 but a dub on that paper man
    Trappin' in Decatur better run from them haters man
    You better run from them haters man
    Better run from them haters man

    [Chorus]
    There go 12 my nigga
    You better bail my nigga
    Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
    You better run my nigga
    Cus here they come my nigga
    Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga
    There go 12 my nigga
    You better bail my nigga
    Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
    You better run my nigga
    Cus here they come my nigga
    Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

    [Verse 2]
    The police, DCPD the crime rate gone increase
    [And if i'm rusty?]brave bring your Glock and leave your pepper spray
    A paddy wagon full of yay, is you asking where I stay?
    Getting paid off the money from a drug raid
    Idolized by the innocent American youth
    I'm with these billy clubs, big gats and them bulletproofs
    That's why these cop killer bullets in my clip
    I'm infiltrating your vest and drawing some smiley faces on your chest
    9-1-1 in my community is a waste of time
    They don't prevent the shit, but come when you commit the crime
    Then put a flag on a casket when a pig drops?
    What about my boy who got popped by that corrupt cop?
    We got the right, to get our ass whopped on sight
    Police man by day, a fucking Klans-man by night
    I'm shooting birds at your ass standing on the corner
    Fuck dodging 12, lil jits go waiting on em

    [Chorus]
    There go 12 my nigga
    You better bail my nigga
    Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
    You better run my nigga
    Cus here they come my nigga
    Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga
    There go 12 my nigga
    You better bail my nigga
    Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
    You better run my nigga
    Cus here they come my nigga
    Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

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