(yella):
Now talkin' about they run it and that war shit, But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the hit, yourself, protect y'allself, 'cause i'ma take a journey to that and i'ma start in the melph
(unlv):
From the mac to the to the calio.... I carry six guns, eighties and k's, glock forty-fives, From the mac to the to the calio... I'ma shoot'cha in your head, makin' your dead
verse (tec-9):
Now as I raise up, it is a must I put my k up, Straight playa from uptown, where everything down, From up in the skinny puff, you feel I'm bustin', years strong in the melphanine, Nothin' but a growin' up around dopefiends, I remember we all used to just play ball, But as when by, my ball partners they started to fall, But I was taught by the g that old school, As I got older, the old school cool, But back then you didn't to pack no grip, If you ain't got no strap, then you just got ass whipped, And it was cool the mac and the calliope, They came together and controlled but the dope, This is real, I ain't gone bullshit at all bro, The real story about the mac, melph, and
Second (lil' ya):
Now I'm to the muthafuckin' mac, Stop at the black gate so I get a fat sack, up a swisher now it's time to get blowed, Creepin' round the mac peepin' out dog ho's, Saw my slim, in a torry bumpin' ivan, Got them tinted windows so them hoes see who drivin', With a loaded uzi, tec-9, ak, I'm packin' more, down real low, tryin' to get to circle, Picked up my out the mac, That's I headed down to the fiend, to get to the melphenine, 'cause in the there's a hoe that I gotta see, real fine, and plus I heard she likes a "g", Met her creeped there, and you know I fucked the hoe, I fucked her so good, she me more to score, Now my are full, I got my gat, I'm headed to the calliope where the fuckin' at, Saw my nigga levi, a nitro wearin' levis, We chillin' in a coke, smokin' blunts, high, Five-oh pulled up, and at once I to stash, I had to because I had the automatic, I had to break to my shop, so I sell all my dope, I'm at the end of my journey, the mac, melph, calio
Third (? ? ? ? +? ? ? ? ):
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Alright, they got a lot of my homies, best believe they bout that Drama, Shit, packin' them lugers and k's, ready to carry all my hits, People are sayin' this, and people are that, But I'm the nigga that's out the third and best believe I my gat, I got psycho, up, lead and you heard I'm to pluck, Broad, came to and all in the studio they got pumped, Don't try to trap me nigga 'cause you my heart is bigger, I'm bound to pop 'em up, and you know we bring triggers, and roll 'em up and best believe we pullin' shit, Say you hard but I just don't because that third we never quit, Just bounce 'em back and 'em, saw 'em go down and now they pay, Just bring back your head 'cause made your major play, Now why you causin' gangsta shit? if you know you bout no drama, Your daddy probably a coward, bitch go bow to your mama
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Now I came up, and become a true soldier, Kickin' it this new bitch in the wild magnolia, Soon to be a soldier, as I get straight, I'm nickel bags from out there, right by the black gate, And it's the fire provider til' I get to mac, Dub sack after the dub sack, my is turnin' black, Gettin' it with my nigga, soon as fall we all got, to make, So we it shake, all night flights just to keep everythang, But I'm short on the game in the style, fuckin' around, with a juvenile, You see the bitch was to sink a nigga, g, Talkin' all my business in the streets, She said, "what do I got", bitch be naggin' a lot, And what she to realize, is it's your own house, And you don't to tell a nigga what to do, Gimme my shit, because you that I'm leavin' you, I got another connection in the calliope, bitches strung out here, I gotta sell my dope, And they are and watch my back, Because see me ballin', But rather see a fallin', And I got raps that, from the snaps of the gat, And if you I'm gone have to buck you down, You clown, should have told ya, Never fuck around a uptown soldier
Fourth (yella):
in the nineties and you know we gotta play it raw, Jump in the ride, and tense you know we rep it so, Say why you walkin' you too I know you got a car, She say I wish and you too cute now you goin', They call me and what's your name, she say they call me twin, She to grin I said get in and started a sharp spin, Went to my house before I it I was fuckin' this hoe, The skin is loose I'm hearin' $lu at the door, And it's nigga who's pussy whipped and kinda out of control, I didn't have my shit, I hit the I ran and drove this hoe, He with his friend, throughout my house "say twin", I left my car, stretched out the and now you caught slippin', a mile from the rip of the calliope, I say now, buck 'em down, "say up now yo!" I it to him, he say "what I'm down I got a mac", As a matter of fact hit the mac now where the braids at? I said I need to the girl, He said "what's up, what's ", I say "you ", he said "fa sho, I'm always bout that action", And he went because he's juvey yes just myself, Talkin' lil' yo-yo cruise the scene because he's out the melph, Back to the scene, the ridge, yeah he cost a broad, He leaves the reppin' it down reppin' for his ward, We hit the light and bangin'killed the hoe, for two mills, One they killed, yo I think it was a
(unlv)
From the mac to the to the calio