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letra de m-3 - grandmaster melle mel

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[intro: melle mel speaking]
the gun show is officially in the building
muscles, scorp, rock , mecca, brother lance
and for all the lil’ n-ggas 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, n-ggas sellin’ dope to the fiends
young juvenile k!llers, jeans and white tees
saying “freeze,” n0body 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 p-rno fl!ck

[hook]
(don’t) la la, la la la
(don’t) la la, la la la
(don’t)

can’t n0body can take my shine, can’t n0body break my stride
(don’t) can’t n0body slow me down, you didn’t know me then
how the h-ll you know me now?

[verse 2]
i want to smack you ‘cause you talk too much
little shorty k!lled his moms for her last two bucks
if you keep bangin’ on the gl-ss i’ma blast you punk
your point is hollow, dog, you might be hard to swallow
but you suck

what? life’s a b-tch? talk about her, admit that
if you can’t f-ck with her, you can’t f-ck without her
but i don’t like the neighbors, and i wish i could find out
who’s always p-ssing in the elevator

caught in the crosshairs of the cops and crooks
the jooks kids fall between the cracks and nooks
i go to jail and it’s not a good look
martha stewart went to jail, she got a show
she’s writing a book

[spoken interlude: melle mel & (secondary voice)]
writing the hook, i’m thinking a song called “everybody, let’s party”
(nah dog, that ain’t strong)
how about “unity?”
(that ain’t hip)
how about “b-tches ain’t sh-t?”
(now that there is a motherf-cking hit, dog)

[hook: melle mel]
(don’t) la la, la la la
(don’t) la la, la la la
(don’t)

can’t n0body can take my shine, can’t n0body break my stride
(don’t) can’t n0body slow me down, you didn’t know me then
how the h-ll you know me now?

[verse 3]
don’t act like you know so much
you ain’t cute enough to prost-tute
don’t try to ho so much
don’t ride around like the rest of your boys
‘cause them n-ggas is on stage making a bunch of godd-mn noise
don’t be so wild and loose, don’t fall for the half-truths
‘cause it might be child abuse

pro-black ball player: yo man, don’t marry a white woman
go on and give your sister a chance
don’t be afraid of the word “n-gga”
be a strong, rich, proud, well-educated n-gga
don’t ever turn your back on your people
don’t ever get so rich that they think you equal

you think selling dope is the sh-t?
don’t buy a 5x white tee without buying one that fits
don’t think that every platinum cut is a hit
and if he tell you he love you, that don’t mean to sit on his d-ck

don’t think that you gotta belong
don’t think that it’s right if you know that the sh-t is wrong
don’t let them n-ggas string you along
don’t think he a gangsta, he just rhyming on a godd-mn song
don’t look for a place in h-ll, trying to make that sale
you might as well break in jail
don’t take your shirt off around melle mel
don’t look, don’t blink, don’t mess around

[outro]
(don’t) la la, la la la
(don’t) la la, la la la
(don’t)

- grandmaster melle mel

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