Master P - 17 Reasons lyrics

car full of weed didn't see him creep up hit him in the jaw took him for his phone and his beeper left him on the ground, caughin blood pissed in the ????, then pulled the plug 2 to the dome, didn't let him suffer and like a chicken, put him in the pot then smother life in the Rich, gotta think quick be about your money, you can't trust a b**h f**ed in the game, gettin paid dues but when they tagged his toe, the boy made the news and like Spice said, from bodies to zags from forties to funeral just another n***a on the gra** dead 18 and bad luck, nobody gives a f** here comes a black truck 2 days later everybody cryin and at the funeral bangers in line here comes his mother pushin through the crowd screamin oh my god don't k**m y child I'm in the back dressed in khakies 9 in my pocket caue P is trigga happy Lil O.G. pushing tapes and c.d.'s puttin in work like some Levi jeans and when my number's called, you know I'm ready bro cause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a psycho 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a psycho 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a psycho back on the scene P making green, playa hatas hate to see a n***a go clean ain't slangin dope, but got dope tapes went worldwide, started from the Bay from No Limit to SMG put it in the trunk, ship it across the sea Saint get the check, King break they neck it's all legit, like Solar Flex one blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a doctor a n***a getaway, C-Murder got the Shocker stuck to your a**, played you like a b**h mark a** n***as get the motherf** 86 besides wanna run up and mean mug the P fools comeup short, Silkk get their teeth stick it in the ground, till it turn blue and if a fool live he be s**in on soup stuck em in the car with a broken jaw it ain't what you heard, it's what you saw retaliation's a must, that's why I bust but fool, got 17 reasons shut you motherf**in a** up 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a psycho 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a psycho 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a psycho gold on my ride 4 woofers, 2 Alpines and when the Lexus stop hoochies wanna form lines fiends on my sh** lookin for a hit watchin them n***as ???? trying to get a fix I walk with a limp, mean like a soldier Colt 45, gone off that donja Master P, the nappy head fool don't give a f**, don't play by no rules rata-tat-tat, just like the Brat P leaving s**as stuck on their back better check his pulse, left him with his eyes open struck him from the back, god damn watch his head open throw him off the cliff, take him to the torcher ship and this was who I'll be like Shawn Kemp dumpin bodies off straight to the morturary Master P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry Richmond Balla, 23rd Street hustla still independent, started from the gutter went big time, took to the gangsta rhyme put the town on the map, that's the f**ing like of crime the hoods gettin hectic, the P well respected but got to pack some heat incase some fool test me 17 reasons, to let go shoot em up, bang bang, you f**in with a pyscho