Mac Melph Calio

Verse one: {tec-9}

It all started in the streets at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I went solo one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a white lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight skin was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know i'm bout to show her boo-koo love
I'm bout to beat her up so i asked the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her crown she bent down
Stupid clown i jetted with her purse and i hear some
Gangster's whisper found slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug i'm feelin' hard i'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So i slipped now i'm caught

Chorus: {yella boy}

Until i used to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court date
I used to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court date

Verse two: {tec-9}

Three cops and i'm caught i can't believe
They got me locked down up in this place
My first offense and i caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' i'm a come back home
I like to think that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep i'm gettin' lots of letters
But i don't give a fuck i'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the house up
Will i get probation?
Or will i get free? i'm facin' the court date
My destination is the three

Chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}

Verse three: {lil' ya}

Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because i don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker i wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat i thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days that's what
The motherfucker kept i'm chillin' in lower nine
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the three and do a pere
Cuz i'm a villain and i'm chillin'
It's six six three one

Verse four: {yella boy}

Up early in the mornin' time to catch the
White bangor the roof so we can
Put the heat in my back
I caught the first charge
The coke charge a
Gun charge to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the fuck am i gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on
A long journey on the court session
Standin' tall like a man
They got my feet, and arms shackled i'm
Holdin' my right hand
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist
Like my nigga tec said (ahh shit i'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun
Cuz all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' i'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they must see what i see
Yes, i'm big i'm bad i'm buff motherfuck that p.t. shit
Cuz here i come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And i'm from that one two three
But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no tears
Cuz early thursday mornin' bitch i'm goin' to styleville

Verse five: {lil' ya}

I call my nigga baby he's at the office
Doin' paper work try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm damn right
We had to communicate to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite some nights
When i flight and write
To my niggas and bitches who was close and all right
May the ninth was my court date
No witness no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that judge
Because that bitch came late
Try'na give me time on my third ward court date

Chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}

{tec-9}
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9
Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma
Want to take on another job, but i won't let her
Raised up without my daddy cuz he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i
Slung all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how i turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a nigga to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt i'm strugglin'
Fuck doin' bad, i'm drug smugglin'
But never the less, i got to get my momma out of there
I got a job, just to show her that i care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good
These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that i'm broke
But i stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, i'm obligated to live like that
The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, i always ask my momma
She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama
I feel i was put o the test, i ain't about fallin'
No struggle no progress i'm only about ballin'

{yella boy}
No struggle no progress when i struggle i can't progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin' best
But you don't hear me though, so i'm a let you know bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e
But some serious business shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's it's the i can't let 'em slide
Save up on some cash incas i got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail
Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or i'ma have to shot
See i'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo
Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it
Cuz if it's a chase i crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress

{lil' ya}
Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard
Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward
The game faded, but it didn't fade my way
Cuz i was to small, i had heart down from the start since
The age of five, i was an artist, never took the easy way
Always took the hardest, now i'm twenty one and i'm almost
On my feet, can't get no job, i got six gold teeth
What the fuck i'ma do, i'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folk's i'm a sign with the "u"
Want some talent show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was around when i didn't have no dividends
Everything i do, i do it my best remember this sayin'
No struggle no progress

(yella):

Now everybody's talkin' about they run it and that war shit,
But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit,
Brace yourself, protect y'allself,
Cuz i'ma take a journey to that three and i'ma start in the melph

Chorus (unlv):

From the mac to the melph to the calio....
I carry six guns, three eighties and k's, glock forty-fives,
From the mac to the melph to the calio...
I'ma shoot'cha in your head, makin' sure your dead

First verse (tec-9):

Now as i raise up, it is a must i put my chrome k up,
Straight playa from uptown, where everything goes down,
From up in the skinny smokin' puff, you feel i'm bustin',
Twelve years strong in the melphanine,
Nothin' but a juvey growin' up around dopefiends,
I remember when we all used to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But i was taught by the g from that old school,
As i got older, the old school seemed cool,
But back then you didn't need to pack no grip,
If you ain't got no strap, then you just got that ass whipped,
And it was cool with the mac and the calliope,
They came together and controlled nothin' but the dope,
This shit is real, i ain't gone bullshit at all bro,
The real story about the mac, melph, and calio

Chorus

Second verse (lil' ya):

Now i'm headed to the muthafuckin' mac,
Stop at the black gate so i could get a fat sack,
Roll up a swisher now it's time to get blowed,
Creepin' round the mac peepin' out them dog ho's,
Saw my nigga slim, in a torry bumpin' ivan,
Got them tinted windows so them hoes don't see who drivin',
With a loaded uzi, tec-9, ak, i'm packin' down more,
Drivin' down real low, tryin' to get to circle,
Picked up my dope out the mac,
That's when i headed down to the fiend,
Tryin' to get to the melphenine,
Cuz in the melph there's a hoe that i gotta see,
Shout real fine, and plus i heard she likes a "g",
Met her creeped back there, and you know i fucked the hoe,
I fucked her so good, she gave me more to score,
Now my pockets are full, i got my gat,
I'm headed to the calliope where the fuckin' dope at,
Saw my nigga levi, with a nitro wearin' levis,
We chillin' in a coke, smokin' blunts, gettin' high,
Five-oh pulled up, and at once i started to stash,
I had to break because i had the automatic,
I had to break to my shop, so i could sell all my dope,
I'm at the end of my journey, from the mac, melph, calio

Chorus

Third verse (????+????):

(????)

Alright, they got a lot of my fuckin' homies, best believe they bout that
Drama,
Shit, packin' them lugers and k's, ready to carry all my gangsta hits,
People are sayin' this, and people are sayin' that,
But i'm the nigga that's out the third and best believe i bring my gat,
I got psycho, up, lead and you heard i'm bout to pluck,
Broad, came to here and all in the studio they got pumped,
Don't try to trap me nigga cuz you know my heart is bigger,
I'm bound to pop 'em up, and you know we bring them triggers,
Rock and roll 'em up and best believe we pullin' shit,
Say you hard but i just don't feel because that third we never quit,
Just bounce 'em back and feel 'em, saw 'em go down and now they pay,
Just bring back your head cuz you've made your major play,
Now why you causin' gangsta shit? if you know you ain't bout no drama,
Your daddy probably a coward, bitch go bow to your fuckin' mama

(????)

Now i done came up, and become a true soldier,
Kickin' it with this new bitch in the wild magnolia,
Soon to be a soldier, soon as i get straight,
I'm sowin' nickel bags from out there, right by the black gate,
And it's the fire provider til' i get back to mac,
Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black,
Gettin' it with my nigga, soon as night fall we all got,
Money to make,
So we makin' it shake,
Movin' all night flights just to keep everythang,
But i'm short on the game in the funny style,
Start fuckin' around, with a juvenile,
You see the bitch was tryin' to sink a nigga, g,
Talkin' all my business in the muthafuckin' streets,
She said, "what more do i got",
That bitch be naggin' a lot,
And what she failed to realize, is it's your own house,
And you don't have to tell a nigga what to do,
Gimme my shit, because you know that i'm leavin' you,
I got myself another connection in the calliope,
These bitches strung out here, i gotta sell my dope,
And they are good and watch my back,
Because they see me ballin',
But rather see a nigga fallin',
And i got raps like that, from the snaps of the gat,
And if you touch'em i'm gone have to buck you down,
You stupid clown,
Momma should have told ya,
Never fuck around with a uptown soldier

Chorus

Fourth verse (yella):

Deep in the nineties and you know we gotta play it raw,
Jump in the ride, and voodoo tense you know we rep it so,
Say why you walkin' you too cute i know you got a car,
She say i wish and you too cute now where you goin',
They call me yella and what's your name, she say they call me twin,
She started to grin i said get in and started a sharp spin,
Went to my house before i knew it i was fuckin' this hoe,
The skin is loose i'm hearin' $lu somebody's at the door,
And it's that nigga who's pussy whipped and kinda out of control,
I didn't have my shit, i hit the floor i ran and drove this hoe,
He with his friend, shout throughout my house "say twin",
I left my car, stretched out the back and now you caught slippin',
About a mile from the rip of the calliope,
I say that now, buck 'em down,
"say up now yo!"
I kick it to him, he say "what i'm down i got a mac",
As a matter of fact let's hit the mac now where the braids at?
I said i need to help the girl,
He said "what's up, what's happenin'?",
I say "you strapped?", he said "fa sho, i'm always bout that action",
And he went because he's juvey yes just like myself,
Talkin' bout lil' yo-yo cruise the scene because he's out the melph,
Back to the scene, open the ridge, yeah he cost a broad,
He leaves the scene reppin' it down reppin' for his ward,
We hit the light and started bangin'killed the hoe,
Just for two mills,
One they killed, yo i think it was a set-up

(unlv)

From the mac to the melph to the calio

{tec-9}
Well i'ma do it like this, i'm obligated to bust rap's and peel cap's
For snap's in order for me to let go my flow i gained from my
Nigero say five or six year's ago so know ya got's to break
All the bigger nigga's, now as i rome through my closet
I'm comin' up on a bag of trick's i look inside to see what i can come up wit
I found some shit i got a k, as my glock, i'm the nigga that's in my hood
That can't be stopped, the older lady's they fear me
The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me
I'm on a stroll with my nina and my black glove
Doin' a job, now i rub a dub, in the tub
Now i'm clean ready to pull another capper
Hold up my face is on the front of the paper
Now they got's me on the run, and i'm runnin' to they catch us
I'm talkin' bout myself, and my murderous murder weapon
Down to the end till it's over, give me the last shot
Totally out of control, but what the fuck i'm goin' all out
Where they at, got to go get 'em black, beat that buster broke and
I tell 'em i'm comin' back, this is not the life a player choose
But i get's down nigga for my fuckin' snap's
Nigga's watch y'all back, because ya know i'm on a come up move

Chorus: {magnolia slim}
Nigga's gettin' fuck, nigga's gettin' stuck
It's all i know bout comin' up
Chorus: {tec-9}
Now everybody know i'm a fool that's on a come up move
{3x}

{lil' ya}
Bitch i thought'cha knew i'm from that 1-2-3
From that nolia, still a soldier down with u.n.l.v.
Packin' steel, i'm fa'real ain't no fakin'
I'm in this business for this green, that's what i'm makin'
Got in to it with a nigga, i had to tot my gun
Cuz in the ninety's if you slip, you will get done
So let me take ya on a fuckin' capper
Hooked up with mag. slim we bout to make some paper
Called my nigga tec, he must be with yella chillin'
Writin' some rhymes, or bout to do a killin'
But fuck that, money's on my mind, i'm bout to buck
Slipped on the black mask, and i didn't give a fuck
I'm stuck, robbed a nigga out two ki's
B-32 it's up, i was loaded off that sess and i was drinkin' pluck
Now i'm on a come up, i'm strugglin' i'm strivin'
Got to watch my back for them nigga's who be robbin'
I went on a spree, robbed a nigga for a "g" added to my fuckin' product
I'm scored my own ki, rollin' in my camry, listenin' to that tec groove and
I'm strapped, because a nigga on the come up move

Chorus

{yella boy}
In other word's i'm stuck like chuck so you know i got's to buck shit
It's bad in my hood, plus i'm down on my luck
The devil loose, it's shiverin' in a nigga blood if i listen
I'm a end, and show no fear, must run to my momma, cuz i need money fast
Cuz without money, you can't live, you can't last
I heard some new clown across town was runnin' shop
Anything ya need, they got, so i'ma bout to plot
Now all i need is some power from a big gun
Now want's i start, i won't finish till they all done
Two hour's a day i scoped the scene and them boy's packin'
Well they just don't know, they better get ready for a nasty jackin'
I'm down now, not for long i'm from the old school
A small point to these fool's, i got to prove
The game is cold you own yo own is these fuckin' street's
So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, i'm a come up mvoe

Chorus {2x}

{magnolia slim}
Y'all done slipped, lettin' me know where ya hang at
Picture this, now when i come bangin' i know where to bang at
Where my thang at, because these nigga's ya got me pissed cuz
Nigga's be comin' bangin' and missed them nigga's don't hit shit
On the up, fuck that's bad luck
When you go around nigga set, bangin' mister nigga
You was suppose to pluck, stuck got to watch yo back
Cuz that monkey all on it, catch ya loose and paranoid
Now them people got ya worried, i handle my business
Full of that fire, don't give me no prayer, don't give me no dare ya
Bitch i'ma go in that well, you know what i mean that other level
Passed the shovel, then i'ma go dig is hole so he can go meet the devil
I'm done several that, daryl this, daryl that
Put that boy head on a plaque, people rat so i scat's and find's
One of my hoes house to chill by, one that i live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so i lay back up by ya who up by the corner
Told ya, that's where i wanna so long a nigga a boner
Ya think i didn't all the time i beat that ass down
Now i'm in another town, nothin' like uptown
So while i'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l jinglin' nigga bust through the door
I grab my gun

{ends with gunshots}

Chorus: {ms. tee}
Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police
So where they at where they at
So nigga's bring yo gat
{2x}

{b.g.}
I'm runnin' from the police they after me
I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case
Try'na strap me in that underground
Runnin' and shakin' it i'm movin' like the runnin' man
Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand
B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias
Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred
Under my black there's a fuckin' tec
Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
Now i got to travel long police still rollin' free
Criminal at fourteen i'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps i don't care if i die
When i was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em i'm try'na leave they brains on the floor
They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that where i'm from
If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some
A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
On my dick try'na take me down underground
Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
They won't quit they just won't quick
They try'na stick me with some shit that i didn't commit
Fuck tha police

{mr. ivan}
Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
Fuck what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me
But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me
Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil' piggy's, that mean i'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest
If i get a seeker i'm a knock yo badge of yo chest
Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes i'ma do yo sheriff
I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya
Time to get a nickel for the shit that i did
Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me

Chorus

{ms. tee}
Now why the fuck the police is on my block
Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But i know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy hole
Cuz i'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh i miss and never muffer
Touch in the wrong way and i stab ya in yo gut
Like stuckin' to fuckin' i take my nine and i pluck 'em
Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over
One will and have my weight over my shoulder
Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
That's why i never let them motherfuckers around
So check it, when we need 'em
They take so long to come uhh and
The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they
Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police

{black jack}
Project life, with the rat and the roaches
Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches
Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases
Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love
Lost queen, from pain from a youngster
Shot six times in the back by the dumpster
Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light
Cuz the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night
Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma
Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin'
But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' po-pos
You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o
That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police

{lil' slim}
Zero, zero, nine one one
Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come
Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers
Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father
I got's to get away, i got's to get an disguise
The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge
Cuz i'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block
These nigga's got these ki's i get these fuckin' flipper rock's
Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin'
Cuz they hear a nigga ballin' nigga i roll's quicker out the cut
The quicker to break 'em up, cuz a nigga straight money struck
Bailin' from the north cuz that's my thang
The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit i slang
Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed
I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny

Chorus