17 Rules

17 Rules My guy, Mars This is the story of a young man who made some bad decisions Now, in life, we all make bad decisions This is one to grow on One in a million or is it two of a kind? Three blind mice, twice or four after five Makeshift take six, put him in line Seven after six, Ten-Eight, no nines Eleven shots double barrel, front page Twelve was his age and the size of his gauge It's been thirteen days D.A trying to stretch him out in fourteen ways Man, this shit is like a maze Baby boy brought joy and plenty pain And fifteen years, that's what they gave him But that ain't how his mama raised him Now he's sitting in his cell, that shit driving him crazy I tried to tell him, but he didn't listen Shit gets hot up in the Crippin' kitchen So make sure when you slide body Seventeen rules for you fools to abide by In the heat of the moment The homie, he lost his head Lost his mind Seventeen rules for you fools to abide by In the heat of the moment The homie, he lost his head, lost his mind Seventeen rules for you fools to abide by Eighteen years old, no chance of parole Nineteen homies in the RICO when they all told It's a hot summer outside but it get cold Suit up and boot up, ni***, better heel-toe Twenty-two years, it appears he gonna heal slow 2100 stopped out with a steel toe Tripping, caught his ass slipping with the elbow Will he get another visit? Baby said, "Hell no" Don't wanna bother moms, don't wanna worry me Thirty days later, cuh fresh out the infirmary Sticking ni*** left and right on site What happened to the little homie? Cuh, he got life When he get out, if he get out A vicious cycle but that's how life go If you're breathing, you achieving Stop following and start leading Before you begging and pleading In the heat of the moment The homie, he lost his head Lost his mind Seventeen rules for you fools to abide by In the heat of the moment (The heat, yeah, yeah, oh, oh) The homie, he lost his head, lost his mind Seventeen rules for you fools to abide by