M-3 Grandmaster Melle Mel

[Intro: Melle Mel speaking]
The gun show is officially in the building
Muscles, Scorp, Rock , Mecca, Brother Lance
And for all the lil’ niggas that thought about it

[Hook]
(Don’t) la la, la la la
(Don’t) la la, la la la
(Don’t)

[Verse 1: Melle Mel]
Broken dreams, over the triple beam
Go for the cream, niggas sellin’ dope to the fiends
Young juvenile killers, jeans and white tees
Saying “freeze,” nobody can hear you scream

Little girl with a boy in the carriage left in the projects
Was meant to marinate in the madness
Trapped in a tragic apparatus, uneducated and black
With a lack of any marital status

Shorties listening to 50 Cent CD
Know it deeper than they ABC’s, believing they can be OG’s
Most of them were conceived in the back of a Jag’ or a SUV

Unless you be a athlete or a rap star
You’ll master the art of realizing how black you are
Coulda swore that my broad was a normal chick
Rented a video – the hoe was in a porno flick