12 Good 12 Sinner Lyrics

12 Good 12 Sinner lyrics

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Yeah



Wildlife, nigga



Fuck y'all want?



No kids in our muthafuckin clan



It's all grown men



Violations ain't happenin



(Word to Miz)







[ VERSE 1: O.C. ]



Yo, somebody call the cops on this nigga here



Seldom seen but often heard, mum's the word



On the streets they call me Mush as I push up slick



Ride shine with Armor All, chicks all on my dick



Cause I'm so nonchalant about the way I move



I got the aerodynamics of a Benz of a Rolls



Brooknam representer 



Intelligent hood, wise but half good, half sinner



Raised around wolves, keen eye for schemin



And to plottin mufuckas, I ain't down for the ball



Toss up the challenge, fuck the profilin



I'm the type to to take it there, buckshots and start wildin



Broads, I get busy especially when I'm twizzy



Hoes outta pocket, I slave em like Kizzy



I'm OC, baby, what the fuck y'all thought?



I drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse







[ CHORUS ]



Aiyo, how can I express



How I feel, it's so hard to explain



In the right words what I feel



So I cuss



To express what I feel



Deep inside



Between good and evil it's a fight







[ VERSE 2: O.C. ]



Yo, I whirlwind through cities, feelin all titties



In the gogo spots, drinkin about a buck fifty



Out comes the sinner, shortie lookin like a winner



I'm diggin deep inside my bag of tricks to get up in her



Smoke Fidel Cubans, ideas fumin



If she could read my mind know I'm all about screwin



Fuck all the drama, fuck the one-liner



Go get your friends and let's freak it like Madonna



Undress your ( ? ), let's get it on



( ? ), pop in a porn



Buttnaked with my socks on, 'bout to lock horns



...like a Tupac song



Gettin it on from dust to dawn, night to morn



Why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon



It's only right that I address this case, in fact



At this very moment I'm gettin my dick sucked and I rap







[ CHORUS ]







I feel wicked sometimes, please Lord give me strength



Half my soul is good, the other half is sin



I repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak



So now I lay me down to sleep







[ VERSE 3: O.C. ]



Yo, I pray to G-o-d cause it seem to be wise



And balance out like a Gemini, ain't I fly?



OC, Mush, y'all, nigga, why ask why?



I'm like the mystery of death, son, we all gotta die



But before I go I'ma set my mark



It's Wildlife, me and boys build and destroy



Make do with all the time that I got on my hands



Pop Dom Perrignon, spend some grands



Live life with my niggas instead of pullin triggers



Unless I gotta do it I'ma stand and deliver



Exceed the limit, breastfeed the timid



Life's a game of scrimmage, gotta be in it to win it



Survival of the fittest, straight from the briddicks



Old school like British, those who shitted



Let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid



Fuck the non-believers and fuck all the critics







[ CHORUS ]