(Yella):
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Now everybody's talkin' about they run it and that war shit,
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But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit,
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Brace yourself, protect y'allself,
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Cuz I'ma take a journey to that three and I'ma start in the Melph
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Chorus (UNLV):
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From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio....
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I carry six guns, three eighties and K's, glock forty-fives,
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From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio...
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I'ma shoot'cha in your head, makin' sure your dead
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First Verse (Tec-9):
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Now as I raise up, it is a must I put my chrome K up,
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Straight playa from Uptown, where everything goes down,
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From up in the skinny smokin' puff, you feel I'm bustin',
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Twelve years strong in the Melphanine,
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Nothin' but a Juvey growin' up around dopefiends,
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I remember when we all used to just play ball,
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But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
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But I was taught by the G from that old school,
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As I got older, the old school seemed cool,
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But back then you didn't need to pack no grip,
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If you ain't got no strap, then you just got that ass whipped,
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And it was cool with the Mac and the Calliope,
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They came together and controlled nothin' but the dope,
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This shit is real, I ain't gone bullshit at all bro,
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The real story about the Mac, Melph, and Calio
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Chorus
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Second Verse (Lil' Ya):
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Now I'm headed to the muthafuckin' Mac,
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Stop at the Black Gate so I could get a fat sack,
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Roll up a Swisher now it's time to get blowed,
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Creepin' round the Mac peepin' out them dog ho's,
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Saw my nigga Slim, in a Torry bumpin' Ivan,
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Got them tinted windows so them hoes don't see who drivin',
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With a loaded uzi, Tec-9, ak, I'm packin' down more,
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Drivin' down real low, tryin' to get to circle,
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Picked up my dope out the Mac,
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That's when I headed down to the fiend,
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Tryin' to get to the Melphenine,
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Cuz in the Melph there's a hoe that I gotta see,
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Shout real fine, and plus I heard she likes a "G",
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Met her creeped back there, and you know I fucked the hoe,
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I fucked her so good, she gave me more to score,
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Now my pockets are full, I got my gat,
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I'm headed to the Calliope where the fuckin' dope at,
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Saw my nigga Levi, with a nitro wearin' Levis,
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We chillin' in a coke, smokin' blunts, gettin' high,
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Five-oh pulled up, and at once I started to stash,
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I had to break because I had the automatic,
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I had to break to my shop, so I could sell all my dope,
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I'm at the end of my journey, from the Mac, Melph, Calio
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Chorus
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Third Verse (????+????):
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(????)
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Alright, they got a lot of my fuckin' homies, best believe they bout that
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drama,
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Shit, packin' them lugers and K's, ready to carry all my gangsta hits,
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People are sayin' this, and people are sayin' that,
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But I'm the nigga that's out the third and best believe I bring my gat,
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I got psycho, up, lead and you heard I'm bout to pluck,
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Broad, came to here and all in the studio they got pumped,
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Don't try to trap me nigga cuz you know my heart is bigger,
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I'm bound to pop 'em up, and you know we bring them triggers,
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Rock and roll 'em up and best believe we pullin' shit,
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Say you hard but I just don't feel because that third we never quit,
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Just bounce 'em back and feel 'em, saw 'em go down and now they pay,
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Just bring back your head cuz you've made your major play,
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Now why you causin' gangsta shit? If you know you ain't bout no drama,
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Your Daddy probably a coward, bitch go bow to your fuckin' Mama
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(????)
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Now I done came up, and become a true soldier,
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Kickin' it with this new bitch in the wild Magnolia,
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Soon to be a soldier, soon as I get straight,
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I'm sowin' nickel bags from out there, right by the Black Gate,
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And it's the fire provider til' I get back to Mac,
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Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black,
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Gettin' it with my nigga, soon as night fall we all got,
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Money to make,
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So we makin' it shake,
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Movin' all night flights just to keep everythang,
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But I'm short on the game in the funny style,
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Start fuckin' around, with a juvenile,
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You see the bitch was tryin' to sink a nigga, G,
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Talkin' all my business in the muthafuckin' streets,
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