1.Intro
2.Nigga I'm Bout It
{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 cah 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Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,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 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}
3.3rd Ward Court Date
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}
4.Pop 'em Up
{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
5.No Struggle No Progress
{tec-9}
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9
Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma
Want to take on another job, but i won't let her
Raised up without my daddy cuz he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i
Slung all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how i turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a nigga to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt i'm strugglin'
Fuck doin' bad, i'm drug smugglin'
But never the less, i got to get my momma out of there
I got a job, just to show her that i care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good
These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that i'm broke
But i stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil'
dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, i'm obligated to live like that
The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, i always ask my momma
She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama
I feel i was put o the test, i ain't about fallin'
No struggle no progress i'm only about ballin'
{yella boy}
No struggle no progress when i struggle i can't progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin'
best
But you don't hear me though, so i'm a let you know bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e
But some serious business shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's it's the i can't let 'em slide
Save up on some cash incas i got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail
Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or i'ma have to shot
See i'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward
boo
Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it
Cuz if it's a chase i crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle
no progress
{lil' ya}
Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard
Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward
The game faded, but it didn't fade my way
Cuz i was to small, i had heart down from the start since
The age of five, i was an artist, never took the easy way
Always took the hardest, now i'm twenty one and i'm almost
On my feet, can't get no job, i got six gold teeth
What the fuck i'ma do, i'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folk's i'm a sign with the 'u'
Want some talent show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was around when i didn't have no dividends
Everything i do, i do it my best remember this sayin'
No struggle no progress
6.Manny Fresh Mix
7.Eddie Bow Ii
I told y'all
Come and lay the arms for eddie bow part two
They still sweatin' so hard, and it's a shame they need more
Cuz way back in the days they just needed three or four
But now it's 95 and i don't need to show you how
I know you know the old dance that i call the eddie bow
Bitch we never gone walk, bitch we always gone bow
We never gone walk, we always gone bow
Won't ya, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Won't ya, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Cuz nigga you ain't tough, nigga you ain't tough,
Bitch you ain't bad so fuck you and miiiiiiiiichael
Upstairs in a room we start the barhop stop
Turned around and seen ya, hoes was on my jock
Now it's birdies in the house, gotta guard the bitch up
Bout to get your world crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd ward niggas, say them 3rd ward niggas
Now like a dog hit, get nasty like a freak
Like my ex-17th ward bitch rontinique
She used to lick my whole body
And she even used to tickle
On the real she like her man and she could suck a mean dick
Now won't you bow for the 3rd ward
I say now bow for the 10th ward
Now won't you bow for the 13th
I was doin' about 60 on my style i had a white lady
I looked over at tec because he really wants to leave the scene
It wasn't fuckin' long before that bitch was cuttin' corners
He got that bitch out there i thought i was a goner
Racin' up the block, couldn't wait on them hoes
And i kept my shield up, steady showin' my golds
First stop was saint thomas where i saw this hoe
I peeped the nigga hit a hoe, i hit the one that's on my right
Nigga bow for a nigga that keep things locked
Can't forget that hoe poppin' off 2nd ＆ drop
Now won't you bow for the melphanine？
Won't you bow for the josephine？
Now won't you bow for the calliope？
I said you bow for the calliope.
Now won't bow for the magnolia？
I said now bow for the magnolia
It's the 3rd verse and we almost there,
I guess it's time to talk about the hoes with real short hair
Stop two guess who？ i see the 17th crew
All i know is they hella inject, a.k.a. the baldin' group
I got my nigga lil ya, fuckin' them hoes with a glock
All three of us together makin' them hoes pussy pop
If you down with the 3, then you know just what to do
Won't you break em off proper with that bow part two？
Now won't you bow for that 3rd ward？
I say now bow for that 10th ward
Now won't you bow for the 13th？
Now won't you bow for the 17th？
Now won't you bow for the melphanine？
I said now bow for the josephine
Now won't you bow for the calliope？
I said now bow for the calliope
Now won't you bow for the magnolia？
Now won't you bow for the magnolia？
8.Come Up
{tec-9}
Well i'ma do it like this, i'm obligated to bust rap's and peel
cap's
For snap's in order for me to let go my flow i gained from my
Nigero say five or six year's ago so know ya got's to break
All the bigger nigga's, now as i rome through my closet
I'm comin' up on a bag of trick's i look inside to see what i
can come up wit
I found some shit i got a k, as my glock, i'm the nigga that's
in my hood
That can't be stopped, the older lady's they fear me
The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me
I'm on a stroll with my nina and my black glove
Doin' a job, now i rub a dub, in the tub
Now i'm clean ready to pull another capper
Hold up my face is on the front of the paper
Now they got's me on the run, and i'm runnin' to they catch us
I'm talkin' bout myself, and my murderous murder weapon
Down to the end till it's over, give me the last shot
Totally out of control, but what the fuck i'm goin' all out
Where they at, got to go get 'em black, beat that buster broke
and
I tell 'em i'm comin' back, this is not the life a player choose
But i get's down nigga for my fuckin' snap's
Nigga's watch y'all back, because ya know i'm on a come up move
Chorus： {magnolia slim}
Nigga's gettin' fuck, nigga's gettin' stuck
It's all i know bout comin' up
Chorus： {tec-9}
Now everybody know i'm a fool that's on a come up move
{3x}
{lil' ya}
Bitch i thought'cha knew i'm from that 1-2-3
From that nolia, still a soldier down with u.n.l.v.
Packin' steel, i'm fa'real ain't no fakin'
I'm in this business for this green, that's what i'm makin'
Got in to it with a nigga, i had to tot my gun
Cuz in the ninety's if you slip, you will get done
So let me take ya on a fuckin' capper
Hooked up with mag. slim we bout to make some paper
Called my nigga tec, he must be with yella chillin'
Writin' some rhymes, or bout to do a killin'
But fuck that, money's on my mind, i'm bout to buck
Slipped on the black mask, and i didn't give a fuck
I'm stuck, robbed a nigga out two ki's
B-32 it's up, i was loaded off that sess and i was drinkin'
pluck
Now i'm on a come up, i'm strugglin' i'm strivin'
Got to watch my back for them nigga's who be robbin'
I went on a spree, robbed a nigga for a 'g' added to my fuckin'
product
I'm scored my own ki, rollin' in my camry, listenin' to that tec
groove and
I'm strapped, because a nigga on the come up move
Chorus
{yella boy}
In other word's i'm stuck like chuck so you know i got's to buck
shit
It's bad in my hood, plus i'm down on my luck
The devil loose, it's shiverin' in a nigga blood if i listen
I'm a end, and show no fear, must run to my momma, cuz i need
money fast
Cuz without money, you can't live, you can't last
I heard some new clown across town was runnin' shop
Anything ya need, they got, so i'ma bout to plot
Now all i need is some power from a big gun
Now want's i start, i won't finish till they all done
Two hour's a day i scoped the scene and them boy's packin'
Well they just don't know, they better get ready for a nasty
jackin'
I'm down now, not for long i'm from the old school
A small point to these fool's, i got to prove
The game is cold you own yo own is these fuckin' street's
So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, i'm a come up mvoe
Chorus {2x}
{magnolia slim}
Y'all done slipped, lettin' me know where ya hang at
Picture this, now when i come bangin' i know where to bang at
Where my thang at, because these nigga's ya got me pissed cuz
Nigga's be comin' bangin' and missed them nigga's don't hit shit
On the up, fuck that's bad luck
When you go around nigga set, bangin' mister nigga
You was suppose to pluck, stuck got to watch yo back
Cuz that monkey all on it, catch ya loose and paranoid
Now them people got ya worried, i handle my business
Full of that fire, don't give me no prayer, don't give me no
dare ya
Bitch i'ma go in that well, you know what i mean that other
level
Passed the shovel, then i'ma go dig is hole so he can go meet
the devil
I'm done several that, daryl this, daryl that
Put that boy head on a plaque, people rat so i scat's and find's
One of my hoes house to chill by, one that i live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so i lay back up by ya who up by
the corner
Told ya, that's where i wanna so long a nigga a boner
Ya think i didn't all the time i beat that ass down
Now i'm in another town, nothin' like uptown
So while i'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l jinglin' nigga bust through the door
I grab my gun
{ends with gunshots}
9.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
10.Shake Shake It
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 cah 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}
11.B' G' Z(True Story)
12.Hood Mac
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}
13.Local 580(Fuck Tha Police)
Chorus：{ms. tee}
Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police
So where they at where they at
So nigga's bring yo gat
{2x}
{b.g.}
I'm runnin' from the police they after me
I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case
Try'na strap me in that underground
Runnin' and shakin' it i'm movin' like the runnin' man
Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand
B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias
Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred
Under my black there's a fuckin' tec
Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
Now i got to travel long police still rollin' free
Criminal at fourteen i'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps i don't care if i die
When i was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em i'm try'na leave they brains on the floor
They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that where i'm from
If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get
some
A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
On my dick try'na take me down underground
Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
They won't quit they just won't quick
They try'na stick me with some shit that i didn't commit
Fuck tha police
{mr. ivan}
Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
Fuck what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me
But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me
Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil' piggy's, that mean i'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get
me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest
If i get a seeker i'm a knock yo badge of yo chest
Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes i'ma do yo sheriff
I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya
Time to get a nickel for the shit that i did
Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me
Chorus
{ms. tee}
Now why the fuck the police is on my block
Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But i know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy hole
Cuz i'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh i miss and never muffer
Touch in the wrong way and i stab ya in yo gut
Like stuckin' to fuckin' i take my nine and i pluck 'em
Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over
One will and have my weight over my shoulder
Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
That's why i never let them motherfuckers around
So check it, when we need 'em
They take so long to come uhh and
The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they
Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the
police
{black jack}
Project life, with the rat and the roaches
Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches
Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases
Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love
Lost queen, from pain from a youngster
Shot six times in the back by the dumpster
Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light
Cuz the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night
Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma
Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin'
But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' po-pos
You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o
That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police
{lil' slim}
Zero, zero, nine one one
Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come
Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers
Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father
I got's to get away, i got's to get an disguise
The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge
Cuz i'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block
These nigga's got these ki's i get these fuckin' flipper rock's
Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's
callin'
Cuz they hear a nigga ballin' nigga i roll's quicker out the cut
The quicker to break 'em up, cuz a nigga straight money struck
Bailin' from the north cuz that's my thang
The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit i slang
Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed
I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny
Chorus
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