Mac Melph Calio U.N.L.V.

(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