Mac, Melph, Calio

(Lil' Ya)

It's goin' down everybody wanna have the most dope
Drought season got a nigga runnin' lookin' for more
Don't panic, that U.P.T. protected by soldiers
If you're scared, go to church cuz we gone start in that Nolia

Chorus (Tec-9 & Lil' Ya)

(Tec-9 & Lil' Ya)

From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio

(Tec-9)

Big time dope dealers, niggas with automatic weapons

(Tec-9 & Lil' Ya)

From the mac to the Melph to the Calio

(Tec-9)

Let it be known that it's a fact, you might not make it back

First Verse (Tec-9):

I'm in the Nolia I'm surrounded by soldiers
A whole army full of niggas that's bout it
And that circle is crowded
Bout to go down, P.B. Got the hook up
Everybody celebratin' cuz we all been waitin'
People from all over the city come to see how we do it
Camoflauge with a boot in they mouth, and the lights shot out
We got them brothas See-show and Tonto jugglin' cola
While gangsta and big Chris, about to break out with that raw dope
T-Bone is on the side with that pluck
Frontin' niggas from the old side to the new side
Everybody comin' up
Little soldiers representin', if you not strapped better get one
One o' clock, that second line is comin' to Washington
Bitches know, niggas they gettin' they shine on
Cars waxed, rims polished, windows cleared so you can see who it is
Niggas pullin' up, in Yukons, Lexes and Cadillacs
Protected by a couple of killas ridin' in the back
We ballers and we know it
We gangstas and we see it
We might not be bout foolishness, but we the wrong niggas to fuck with
A lot of niggas check in the 3rd, but never check out Lio
It shole ain't pretty in that Mac, Melph, and Calio

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Second Verse (Lil' Ya):

I know some killas out that Lio that'll bust a head for me
I know some niggas out the Melph that'll leave ya dead for me
I know some soljas out the Nolia that get paid with me
Come take a ride with a "G", from out that U.P.T.,
Now I'm headed to the C.J. Peete, a.k.a. Magnolia
Sellin' boulders, duckin' them rollers
Say awk I need a sac, I done sold all my crack
I'm bout to chill in the circle man, them people on my back
Look, I'ma spend ninety with Will, go with the people and chill
By a hoe in the Mac, I kinda like a lil'
And get some feet up, get the fuck, I gotta pick up my wealth
Tec done fronted a lil' somethin' in the Melph
Holla at my bitch back there, and yes she still shakin'
She's the bitch that shows my grits for my bacon
Saw my nigga Myron still in the cut, chillin' with curl
Suge was on the ramp, back with amp slangin' furl
Now I'm headed in the Lio a.k.a B.W. Cooper
Feelin' super duper got my finger on my Ruger
So I'm with my crew, puttin' the iron on a nigga
Ran into the crew and said enough I said go fill 'em my niggas

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Third Verse (Tec-9):

I'm in the Calliope thuggin' on Thalia
Where dreams are shattered
And bullets are scattered
Nigga this cut throat to the fullest
Back in town killas, real niggas
Home of that heroin since before I was born
CP3 got it goin' on
A team of niggas with AK's we gotta watch each other's back
In that third Ward
We beefin' so we comin' hard
My niggas Frank goin' see slangin' that torture
You duckin' from T-Dubb, but that nigga dope'll force ya
The repper and T-Darryl gettin' paid slangin' that yayo
Eithy and Bell plottin' steady talkin' to the same hoe
One love to my niggas Damon and Durkey
Slam got them thangs for ten five, you get your issue and ride
Gotta holla at Dead Eye Derrick, he doin' time in the pen
For puttin' in work and spinnin' them bins
There'd never be another posse like Meatball and the crew
Broad daylight, ain't no tellin' what them boys gone do
Or who, about to be the next victim of the clique
Once you in it you it and if you fuck up you finish
This shit ain't over cuz we still got some business to handle
Gots to get the nigga who killed Yella and get the nigga who killed Randall

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Fourth Verse (Lil' Ya):

I'm the lieutenant of the Mac, Melphenine, and that Calliope
Ever disrespect that, and I guess I gotta do ya bro
Oh, you ain't know the three done came together?
Ain't no leavin' niggas beefin' and they countin' cheddar
Rest in Peace to Levi, always been wearin' them levis
Nigga I remember smokin' blunts in the coke gettin' high
Them was the days, hanh bruh? Niggas was out of control
Snortin' dope, duckin', and slangin' the yayo
But um, it's true "G's" and a nigga still playin' it raw
I'm in a bar tryin' to cheat a guard
And what I saw made me kinda mad
Mad enough to put that iron on a nigga ass
Nigga claimin' the three, and I don't even know him
But I'm from sixth and B, so I'ma show him
Perform for him go for him
2318 Errata is where it all started
Dearly departed, we gathered here to talk about the Melphemene
Niggas who packin' down and sellin' green
My niggas Carl and Suga Bear, they still there
And they ain't goin' nowhere
Here come the po-po's, nobody care
They got some suckers on the payroll
Who act like they don't see us but they all know
And when we drop 'em like potatoes
Livin' in the Melph is like swimmin' in the swamp with alligators
Already know as playa haters
Unidentified man, found with a vest on
Still had two arms and legs, but all the rest gone
We contract killas, and we do nothin' but attack the dogs
Went to the ramp to get amp, feelin' higher
Throwin' a block party on the amp and that bitch on fire
Fo' sheezy, situation is greasy
Killin' is too easy
You got a caper? Boy don't leave me
Y'all can check out the third, but you never check out Lio
It shole ain't pretty in that Melph, Mac, and Calio

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