(Lil' Ya)

It's goin' down everybody wanna have the most dope

Drought season got a nigga 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, niggas 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 niggas 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' niggas 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

Bitches know, niggas they gettin' they shine on

Cars waxed, rims polished, windows cleared so you can see who it is

Niggas pullin' up, in Yukons, Lexes and Cadillacs

Protected by a couple of killas 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 niggas to fuck with

A lot of niggas 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 killas out that Lio that'll bust a head for me

I know some niggas 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 fuck, I gotta pick up my wealth

Tec done fronted a lil' somethin' in the Melph

Holla at my bitch back there, and yes she still shakin'

She's the bitch that shows my grits for my bacon

Saw my nigga 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 nigga

Ran into the crew and said enough I said go fill 'em my niggas

Chorus

Third Verse (Tec-9):

I'm in the Calliope thuggin' on Thalia

Where dreams are shattered

And bullets are scattered

Nigga this cut throat to the fullest

Back in town killas, real niggas

Home of that heroin since before I was born

CP3 got it goin' on

A team of niggas with AK's we gotta watch each other's back

In that third Ward

We beefin' so we comin' hard

My niggas Frank goin' see slangin' that torture

You duckin' from T-Dubb, but that nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck up you finish

This shit ain't over cuz we still got some business to handle

Gots to get the nigga who killed Yella and get the nigga who killed 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' niggas beefin' and they countin' cheddar

Rest in Peace to Levi, always been wearin' them levis

Nigga I remember smokin' blunts in the coke gettin' high

Them was the days, hanh bruh? Niggas was out of control

Snortin' dope, duckin', and slangin' the yayo

But um, it's true "G's" and a nigga 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 nigga ass

Nigga 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

Niggas who packin' down and sellin' green

My niggas Carl and Suga Bear, they still there

And they ain't goin' nowhere

Here come the po-po's, nobody care

They got some suckers 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 killas, 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 bitch on fire

Fo' sheezy, situation is greasy

Killin' 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