Krooks'N'Kops - Twelve lyrics

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Krooks'N'Kops - Twelve lyrics

[Hook] For the n***as on the corner drug dealin' They be yelling out, motherf** twelve And all them chicks who just tryna get some money for the rent They be yelling out, motherf** twelve And all the OG's moving bricks low-key Guaranteed the be yellin', motherf** twelve When I cop a rolie the boys gon' be on me My n***as still yellin' out, motherf** twelve [Verse 1] Don't start with that sh** I just laugh every time they comparing a n***a (nah) Been running my city You tired a** boys, put some air in you n***as (nah) I flew out to Cali' I met with Atlantic, they threw me a deal I said (nah) I'm just way to damn focused, to have outside sources get inside my circle, involved Nothin' personal, I want every n***a to know Cocaine lines with the flow Bring the K-9's, I'm dope Historically that n***a, put on 414 Bustin' through that door like, I just wanna live life tourin' Y'all side boys ain't important Cops k**n' my n***as on purpose [Hook] For the n***as on the corner drug dealin' They be yelling out, motherf** twelve And all them chicks who just tryna get some money for the rent They be yelling out, motherf** twelve And all the OG's moving bricks low-key Guaranteed the be yellin', motherf** twelve When I cop a rolie the boys gon' be on me My n***as still yellin' out, motherf** twelve [Verse 2] Black Boy mobbin' with my n***as They popping over skittles Get popped over swishers Been raw, Little DARR Still dust the cops off Couldn't do it nine to five, I was yellin' "f** a boss" Boodah sayin' we don't do authority Started with six songs everybody wanted more of me n***a let me preach The k**in' gotta stop, the boys come around and bust at your block So all my n***as dealing, servin' them packs Get it how you live, and flip it bounce back Made in America, young and we black Motherf** twelve, still yellin' all that Strap it up no games They bustin' that heat, that propane We switchin' it up that flow change IshDARR signing out so they know my name [Hook] For the n***as on the corner drug dealin' They be yelling out, motherf** twelve And all them chicks who just tryna get some money for the rent They be yelling out, motherf** twelve And all the OG's moving bricks low-key Guaranteed the be yellin', motherf** twelve When I cop a rolie the boys gon' be on me My n***as still yellin' out, motherf** twelve