Paroles de 17 Rules
My guy, MarsThis 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
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, nigga, 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 nigga 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
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
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, nigga, 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 nigga 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
