Mac Melph Calio

Verse one: {lil' ya}

Twenty seven twelve that's where i dwell
But you had to have heart to be down
From the start cuz a nigga didn't play
That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to
Strap and that's a rap bitch
Cuz gee's are gee's and youngsters are hustlers
You come up in the third bein' a buster
Cuz if the capital ya found out about you nigga
I have to take yours to make mine bigger
And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct
Cuz i got k's and i'm a put yo ass in check
You like a pussy cat comin' up in the wood
Try'na survive in my motherfuckin' hood

Chorus: {bridge/lil' ya & yella boy}

{lil' ya}
It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood y'all
It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood

{yella boy}
I'm sick and tired i'm sick and tired
Of these bitches playin' with me
I'm from the three you better respect unlv

Verse two: {yella boy}

Daddy used to laugh till i bought the park fast
Started off with opportunities i achieved real fast
At the park ain't no joke i started movin' quarters
Like a baller people watchin' it's my dog
So he ain't callin' i'm bout puffin' as i
Choke to the chronic smoke
You see me comin' you hear the music
Joggers walkin' by i'm still drivin' twenty-four seven
Around the fuckin' block my nigga
Lil' ya spittin' game at you dog hoes
Fuck what you wearin' don't trip of them dog hoes
Them boys at mac he down with them so it's all good
I'm with tec-9 we be with mac's up to no good

Chorus: {2x}

Verse three: {lil' ya}

It's the mac and i'm back on solo tip
I never fell in love and i never got pussy broke
Pimpin' up on bitches on my block
From my hood and kept up the keys
You know i'm doin' good started workin' with
Twenty's now i flipped it to a half
Now i'm a quarter bird you bitches can't laugh
So give me credit and stop try'na playa hate
Gettin' jealous never talk about me in my face
Talkin' behind my back i'm a fuck you
Bitches up real good cuz i'm a fool from the three
The mac fat from the motherfuckin' hood

Chorus: {2x}

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}

Verse one: {tec-9}

Still got a lot of dog bitches on my list
Who be fuckin' for office and under cover suckin' dicks
I rapped about 'em back in my first rhyme
I'm a kick it once again because they still on my mind
I'm kickin' it on them hoes them dog ass hoes
I'm kickin' kickin' kickin' on them dog ass hoes
Well i guess i got to start with this bitch named nell
A dick suckin' cross thrower sent straight from hell
Never liked her just fucked her
Claimed that i stuck her the cable man
Was puttin' in time so it ain't mine
A lot of bitches was waitin' on my name
It ain't no thang because i'm gonna let me nuts hang
Next up is my baby mama a fuckin' hood rat
Didn't use a rubber when i hit the cat
She love to just shake shake ride the dick
Now i wish i never meet her because she make me sick
But it ain't no thang cuz i'm gonna let me nuts hang
But ain't no thang because i'm gonna let my nuts hang

Chorus:

Just go ahead baby
Shake shake it baby
Twerk twerk that ass if you can't be faded
Go ahead baby
Shake shake it baby
Twerk twerk that ass if you can't be faded

Verse two: {lil' ya}

Let me tell you about this hoe that
I almost forgot cuz she sucked a
Player's wood for some gap socks
Her name was michelle she was sabrina friend
Got her loaded hit that ass of the straight gin
She was down to fuck wasn't havin' a drain
So i tricked her get out and left that hoe in pain
Now here's another bitch that i forgot about
Like a preener player i had to get them out
Her name was black and she was a fine bitch
Stole my watch out my house sucked a nigga dick
Still in high school with a gap in her teeth
Got to give it to you black you could
Beat a nigga meat oops almost forgot bout one more
Demetrice i fucked behind a liquor store
It was one newton night i was headed to the tail
But fuck that shit she didn't have no bail
Made her walk from the liquor store and jumped in my ride
This stank hoe begged just to sit inside
I can't think of no more yella boy
You know you not a trick
So won't ya talk some more shit bout another bitch

Chorus: {3x}

Verse three: {yella boy}

I like to watch a p popper
Twist, shake, dance do it
If you got a big booty let me see ya shake it do it
Wait a minute what about teesha
She was a real dick pleaser
I tossed that hoe one night for a chucky cheese pizza
She was nasty like to fuck twenty four seven she's in the mood
And when i'm curious now she seem like ebaneaser scrooge
Shakin' it twerk it all around if you from the n. o. town
Fresh got 'em twerkin' to that ca¡ìh money sound
This is for them hoes who like to throw that sloppy pussy
Like my nigga nolia said "shakin' washin' washin' pussy"
Now i'm a wrap it up with kelly because
She's down with hittin' the telle
Bitch tried to fuckin' ride me i was
Diggin' in her belly if you bout it scream and shout it
Let me see ya bounce it pop it why bitch
Because i'm from the third i got the nerve
Ready to serve

Chorus: {3x}

{u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha

Chorus: {tec-9}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath

Chorus: {lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the lil' ya now ya takin' yo last breath

Chorus: {yella boy}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the yella boy now ya takin' yo last breath

{tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble
I look back i see nigga's bustin' i'm out numbered
Try'na take my head off, but i was kind of lucky
These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me
Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five
>from my nigga, who live close around the way
Now i got to find that nigga, i'm gonna stalk that nigga
I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, i'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man i handle my business strickly on the real

Chorus

{lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass
Now it's time to make a third ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's
You makin' me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My last nerves, i had to get my strap and go bam!
You say i'm insane, now it's time to let my
Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's
I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger
I'm the capital y-a from the three u.n.l.v.
You repped on me, now i got to serve ya "g"
I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you won't
See no disguise, cuz i'm real ain't no fuckin' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now i'm a "g"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now i know i'm on yo mind

Chorus

{yella boy}
Money in the power brand new eddie bauer
Off up into this day, i don't know why that shit was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlin' on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight o'clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin' street
He said for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and i didn't know how i felt
We meet by the old dump, cuz them people hot
Glad i had my pistol, when i left i dropped my glock
When i got there, he was ready to make the switch
Raise out my car, i hear some noise from the fuckin' ditch
It was a nigger, try'na kill me, i'm smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustin', i'm a show 'em i'll be back

Chorus

{tec-9}
Fool i grew here, not flew here and y'all bitches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self
I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch
Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in luger
I haven't seen a nigga like this cry before
You best's to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! like lil' g, y'all can't stop a killer
A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar
I'm known uptown for bein' realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't fuck up cuz i'ma have to
Pop you up

Chorus

{lil' ya}
Boom boom boom, it's the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherfuckin' head
I'm comin' hard out the motherfuckin' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm poppin' these motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers know they can't handle me
Them nigga's bein' labeled as a third ward "g"
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, i leave you stankin'
Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo family
With them tear's in they eye's how did he die?
As they cry, as they cry

{yella boy}
Slicky grease i'm back, with my nigga's and they gat's cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherfucker, now you know it's on
The first time, i went out like a fuckin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, i'm back just like i told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay phone
You tried to reach, it's to late buckshot's in yo dome
Yo boy's froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he empty the glock
I'm not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see
Cuz we violatin' out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
Fuck all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' bitch
The war is on, so bring it on cuz next's on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny shit

Chorus

{talking}
Motherfuckers i got kids, i don't them listenin' to that bullshit
Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop
How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

It's an uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it
It's an uptown thing and we bout it
Now jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it
It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
It's a third ward nigga and we bout it

Verse one: {lil' ya}

Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me
Turned out i was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin'
It had to be about seven or eight cuz if i was there
I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass where you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set called airhorne and claiborne
So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys i bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
Apologzin' to you i did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me
Like i told you before cuz you and yo boys at big boy
Ain't nothin' but hoes i pulled deadly holocust
You tried to make peace not knowin' i was strapped
He tried to give me dap and prime you's a bitch you weak!
Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak
But i got love for them fakein' ass hustlers
Pussy motherfucka! dick takin' busters!

{chorus}

Verse two: {tec-9}

Don't get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, y'all bitches mad cuz ca¡ìh money didn't want'cha,
Imitatin' u.n.l.v.,
I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,
The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,
You bitches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers,
But i'ma keep it real cuz the real deal is how i feel,
You started out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin' ya,
Said you like to fuck with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,
But try to turn my fans against me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,
Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down with me,
And y'all bitches can't see me,
My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,
The deadly game of come up
Biddy bye bye, nigga don't try,
Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz i'ma hit'cha with my four ten,
Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,
Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit,
Because you bite my shit,
Switch it around and recite my shit,
And i know you bitches heard about me,
But y'all ain't sure about me, because i'm shootin' at'cha head g,
You play the role of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can,
Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
It's goin' down at night,
And you don't see me cuz i'm not in sight,
Two of you muthafuckas wasn't around,
But i know each one of you muthafuckas could go underground,
So i checks him, and then i wet him,
Yeah, i come to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So show tec-9 what'cha made of nigga,
You started this shit, now i'ma finish it off bitch

Verse three: {yella boy}

Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong
And i know y'all been waitin' on this god damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
Comin' like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about time we close shop for these niggas
Reppin' on a nigga try'na make they name bigger
They actin' like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it
I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart i got it
But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget about
New orleans rap game try'na to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo dress man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that shit that ain't it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been sick
But anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take?
Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one time
But first, what about the crowd that did that dance
Eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe it's a ghetto
Better yet my shop where i go and make my rounds
I ain't no joke i'm on a real big boy big boy
My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?
He can't cuz he gay, watch out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em
Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring
Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick
Cuz, i'm stun'n hard you best's get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, prime time you a bitch
I can't let you slide cuz i got that feelin'
You lookin' like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till i get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you never go what
"nigga you ain't talkin' you better keep my
Motherfuckin' name out yo motherfuckin' mouth
Before you get yo motherfuckin' head bust"
I'm talkin' to you mystikal i'm a leave yo ass
Incabale condtion motherfucker i hope you take
This time long
I'm sick of tired, i'm sick of tired
Of you bitches playin' with me
I'm free the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, i told ya twice
We not nice y'all first mind lead wrong
You should have thought twice
Try'na diss y'all thought we had dismissed
Y'all missed like try'na dissin' like that
Left yo back, that yo wife is wack
Cuz that's a fact, and we back cuz i'm a
Bad a¡ì¡ì yella boy
Maybe that's why they slip so hard
But fuck it, i'm a jump in my car
I told y'all once before, i'm not no little boy
Shop closed cuz of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy

{chorus}