(yella):
Now everybody's talkin' they run it and that war shit, But they seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit, yourself, protect y'allself, 'cause i'ma a journey to that three 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 from uptown, where everything goes down, From up in the smokin' puff, you feel I'm bustin', Twelve strong in the melphanine, but a juvey growin' up around dopefiends, I remember when we all used to play ball, But as time when by, my ball they started to fall, But I was taught by the g from old school, As I got older, the old school cool, But back you didn't need to pack no grip, If you got no strap, then you just got that ass whipped, And it was cool the mac and the calliope, They came together and nothin' but the dope, This shit is real, I ain't gone at all bro, The real story the mac, melph, and calio
Second (lil' ya):
Now I'm headed to the mac, Stop at the black so I could get a fat sack, Roll up a swisher now it's to get blowed, round the mac peepin' out them dog ho's, Saw my slim, in a torry bumpin' ivan, Got them tinted so them hoes don't see who drivin', With a loaded uzi, tec-9, ak, I'm packin' more, Drivin' down low, tryin' to get to circle, up my dope out the mac, That's I headed down to the fiend, to get to the melphenine, 'cause in the melph a hoe that I gotta see, real fine, and plus I heard she likes a "g", Met her back there, and you know I fucked the hoe, I fucked her so good, she gave me to score, Now my are full, I got my gat, I'm headed to the calliope where the dope at, Saw my nigga levi, with a nitro levis, We in a coke, smokin' blunts, gettin' 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 fuckin' homies, best they bout that Drama, Shit, packin' them and k's, ready to carry all my gangsta hits, are sayin' this, and people are sayin' that, But I'm the nigga out the third and best believe I bring my gat, I got psycho, up, lead and you I'm bout to pluck, Broad, came to and all in the studio they got pumped, Don't try to me nigga 'cause you know my heart is bigger, I'm to pop 'em up, and you know we bring them triggers, Rock and 'em up and best believe we pullin' shit, Say you hard but I just don't feel that third we never quit, Just bounce 'em and feel 'em, saw 'em go down and now they pay, Just back your head 'cause you've made your major play, Now why you gangsta shit? if you know you ain't bout no drama, daddy probably a coward, bitch go bow to your fuckin' mama
(? ? ? ? )
Now I came up, and become a true soldier, Kickin' it with new bitch in the wild magnolia, to be a soldier, soon as I get straight, I'm nickel bags from out there, right by the black gate, And it's the fire til' I get back to mac, Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is black, it with my nigga, soon as night fall we all got, to make, So we it shake, Movin' all night flights to keep everythang, But I'm short on the in the funny style, Start around, with a juvenile, You see the bitch was tryin' to 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 have to tell a nigga to do, Gimme my shit, because you know that I'm you, I got myself another in the calliope, These bitches out here, I gotta sell my dope, And are good and watch my back, Because see me ballin', But see a nigga fallin', And I got raps like that, the snaps of the gat, And if you I'm gone have to buck you down, You clown, Momma should have ya, Never fuck around with a soldier
Fourth (yella):
Deep in the nineties and you know we play it raw, in the ride, and voodoo tense you know we rep it so, Say why you you too cute I know you got a car, She say I and you too cute now where you goin', call me yella and what's your name, she say they call me twin, She started to I said get in and started a sharp spin, Went to my house before I it I was fuckin' this hoe, The skin is I'm hearin' $lu somebody's at the door, And it's that nigga who's pussy whipped and out of control, I didn't have my shit, I hit the I ran and drove this hoe, He with his friend, shout my house "say twin", I left my car, stretched out the back and now you slippin', About a from the rip of the calliope, I say that now, 'em down, "say up now yo!" I it to him, he say "what I'm down I got a mac", As a matter of let's hit the mac now where the braids at? I I need to help the girl, He "what's up, what's happenin'? ", I say "you ", he said "fa sho, I'm always bout that action", And he went because juvey yes just like myself, bout lil' yo-yo cruise the scene because he's out the melph, Back to the scene, open the ridge, yeah he a broad, He leaves the scene 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 melph to the