Tec-9 - Mac Melph Calio (remix) lyrics

(Lil' Ya) It's goin' down everybody wanna have the most dope Drought season got a n***a runnin' lookin' for more Don't panic, that U.P.T. protected by soldiers If you're scared, go to church cuz we gone start in that Nolia Chorus (Tec-9 & Lil' Ya) (Tec-9 & Lil' Ya) From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio (Tec-9) Big time dope dealers, n***as with automatic weapons (Tec-9 & Lil' Ya) From the mac to the Melph to the Calio (Tec-9) Let it be known that it's a fact, you might not make it back First Verse (Tec-9): I'm in the Nolia I'm surrounded by soldiers A whole army full of n***as that's bout it And that circle is crowded Bout to go down, P.B. Got the hook up Everybody celebratin' cuz we all been waitin' People from all over the city come to see how we do it Camoflauge with a boot in they mouth, and the lights shot out We got them brothas See-show and Tonto jugglin' cola While gangsta and big Chris, about to break out with that raw dope T-Bone is on the side with that pluck Frontin' n***as from the old side to the new side Everybody comin' up Little soldiers representin', if you not strapped better get one One o' clock, that second line is comin' to Washington b**hes know, n***as they gettin' they shine on Cars waxed, rims polished, windows cleared so you can see who it is n***as pullin' up, in Yukons, Lexes and Cadillacs Protected by a couple of k**as ridin' in the back We ballers and we know it We gangstas and we see it We might not be bout foolishness, but we the wrong n***as to f** with A lot of n***as check in the 3rd, but never check out Lio It shole ain't pretty in that Mac, Melph, and Calio Chorus Second Verse (Lil' Ya): I know some k**as out that Lio that'll bust a head for me I know some n***as out the Melph that'll leave ya dead for me I know some soljas out the Nolia that get paid with me Come take a ride with a "G", from out that U.P.T., Now I'm headed to the C.J. Peete, a.k.a. Magnolia Sellin' boulders, duckin' them rollers Say awk I need a sac, I done sold all my crack I'm bout to chill in the circle man, them people on my back Look, I'ma spend ninety with Will, go with the people and chill By a hoe in the Mac, I kinda like a lil' And get some feet up, get the f**, I gotta pick up my wealth Tec done fronted a lil' somethin' in the Melph Holla at my b**h back there, and yes she still shakin' She's the b**h that shows my grits for my bacon Saw my n***a Myron still in the cut, chillin' with curl Suge was on the ramp, back with amp slangin' furl Now I'm headed in the Lio a.k.a B.W. Cooper Feelin' super duper got my finger on my Ruger So I'm with my crew, puttin' the iron on a n***a Ran into the crew and said enough I said go fill 'em my n***as Chorus Third Verse (Tec-9): I'm in the Calliope thuggin' on Thalia Where dreams are shattered And bullets are scattered n***a this cut throat to the fullest Back in town k**as, real n***as Home of that h**n since before I was born CP3 got it goin' on A team of n***as with AK's we gotta watch each other's back In that third Ward We beefin' so we comin' hard My n***as Frank goin' see slangin' that torture You duckin' from T-Dubb, but that n***a dope'll force ya The repper and T-Darryl gettin' paid slangin' that yayo Eithy and Bell plottin' steady talkin' to the same hoe One love to my n***as Damon and Durkey Slam got them thangs for ten five, you get your issue and ride Gotta holla at Dead Eye Derrick, he doin' time in the pen For puttin' in work and spinnin' them bins There'd never be another posse like Meatball and the crew Broad daylight, ain't no tellin' what them boys gone do Or who, about to be the next victim of the clique Once you in it you it and if you f** up you finish This sh** ain't over cuz we still got some business to handle Gots to get the n***a who k**ed Yella and get the n***a who k**ed Randall Chorus Fourth Verse (Lil' Ya): I'm the lieutenant of the Mac, Melphenine, and that Calliope Ever disrespect that, and I guess I gotta do ya bro Oh, you ain't know the three done came together? Ain't no leavin' n***as beefin' and they countin' cheddar Rest in Peace to Levi, always been wearin' them levis n***a I remember smokin' blunts in the coke gettin' high Them was the days, hanh bruh? n***as was out of control Snortin' dope, duckin', and slangin' the yayo But um, it's true "G's" and a n***a still playin' it raw I'm in a bar tryin' to cheat a guard And what I saw made me kinda mad Mad enough to put that iron on a n***a a** n***a claimin' the three, and I don't even know him But I'm from sixth and B, so I'ma show him Perform for him go for him 2318 Errata is where it all started Dearly departed, we gathered here to talk about the Melphemene n***as who packin' down and sellin' green My n***as Carl and Suga Bear, they still there And they ain't goin' nowhere Here come the po-po's, nobody care They got some s**ers on the payroll Who act like they don't see us but they all know And when we drop 'em like potatoes Livin' in the Melph is like swimmin' in the swamp with alligators Already know as playa haters Unidentified man, found with a vest on Still had two arms and legs, but all the rest gone We contract k**as, and we do nothin' but attack the dogs Went to the ramp to get amp, feelin' higher Throwin' a block party on the amp and that b**h on fire Fo' sheezy, situation is greasy k**in' is too easy You got a caper? Boy don't leave me Y'all can check out the third, but you never check out Lio It shole ain't pretty in that Melph, Mac, and Calio Chorus