(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
