Intro/17 Reasons Master P

[Verse 1]
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 bitch
Fucked 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 nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody gives a fuck
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 killm 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