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