Artist: Wu-Syndicate Album: The Syndicate Is Back Song: 12 or 6 Typed by: pneumatic [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 shit Just catch a little case, Then you start Then you start leaking and shit What the fuck 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 fuck 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 shit pussy, Still don't believe he told son The whole shit feel apart once they bagged Apache Kerry was your pappy, Pussy, You some mad niggas Thought yall faggots how to flex Snatch'n the rep, You birthed clones in the projects Rocking platinum before niggas, 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 glass and guzzle it, Bitch Convict me by twelve or carry me by six But I aint 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 fuck you get home How the fuck you get locked up, Come back home and get right back on Niggas cheated when emotion get pinned Straight ratting on fam like it don't mean shit Goddamn, Niggas 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 coke and a pistol, Threw me in Riker's Stashing at my baby Mom's crib, It aint safe no more Death to a snitch in two thousand and five But if only yall new young niggas stay the fuck 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 aint share'n my wealth Get yours and keep your boys over there with you Cause on the real aint nobody ratting but you Police ass nigga, Diplomat dicks with work Knocking off good niggas you get what you deserve I got cats doing kingpin time, Fuck all you Benedict Niggas in the bricks that pinch, Yall aint shit 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 Motherfuckers in the hood straight rocking wires Fires, Suppliers, The block's tired The game aint a game no more, Hit reveals squeal Federalos on the constant, Direct marked bills Fuck chill, Niggas wanna see me in the box So I'ma keep bang'n til they lay in the box [Chorus]