(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