Rule number one
If you get caught doin' what you do
Don’t ever fold

Number two
If you get into it
Have positions for your bro

That’s some shit you can’t forget
I shouldn’t even have to tell you though

Number three
If you get down bad on yo’ dick, go kick a door

Number four
Go to the pussy, never let her get yo’ lo'
Niggas know I'm from the E
But I got niggas throwin' four

Number five
They kill yo’ bro, then go take two
Boy, up the score
Ain’t no lie, they took my bro
We took about two and upped the score

Number six
You wanna always make yo’ next move be the best
If it’s yo’ time then it’s yo’ time
But why the fuck you got a vest?

Number seven
If a nigga say it’s up, let it be that
He take off, do ’em like Rickey
Hit ’em all up in his back

Number eight
This ain’t no movie
But you always play your role
I hit her, bro hit her too
That’s an assist, no pick and roll

Number nine
Fuck the rule, I'ma just say long live Mac Nine
Matter fact, this is a rule
Can’t do the time, don’t do the crime

Number ten
When you take a L
Don’t cry about that shit
This a bonus: If you lose a hoe
Don’t cry about no bitch

And if you fuck with my brother
You gon' die about Lil’ Rich

Number eleven
You say that’s yo’ bro
Go slide about that jitt

You speak on Mac, it’s gon’ turn to Fourth of July up in this bitch
Do it, bitch, you gon’ find out
Ain’t gotta lie about this shit

Number twelve
You get pulled over, take yo’ lick by any means
Keep yo’ friends close
But some that you keep close are enemies

If that bitch tell me that she love me
I'ma ask her what it mean
Slide on Shirley
Drop a hundred with Jackboy
Then leave the scene

Number thirteen
If he won’t bust that fire for you, don’t bust for him
All my niggas bustin' fire for me
They shootin' above the rim

He don’t need a barber, boy, that point forty gave his ass a trim
And he won’t survive seven-point-six-two rippin' off a limb

Number fourteen
You gotta make sure you don’t leave no evidence
Two-two-three, seven-point-six-two
It go through an elephant

And Loady G, them niggas shoot for me like I'm the president
They say Choppaboy heaven-sent
Well, how the fuck I'm heaven-sent
When I'm the one the devil sent?

Number fifteen
You wanna always keep your mask over yo’ face

Number sixteen
They pull up blickin', don’t get down nigga, just spray
And I don’t give a fuck, I pull up tell them kids get out the way

Don’t fuck with Chunky or Fredo
'Bout them I'm shootin’ something in the face

Number seventeen
If he yo’ brother, boy, don’t switch on him for shit

And I ain’t beefin' ’bout no pussy
Eastside nigga, keep yo’ bitch
This spinnin’ shit'll never end
On Eastside nigga, keep yo’ stick

On gang