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 Rate Mac Melph Calio
Artist : Unlv
Song : Mac melph calio
(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
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