Grandmaster Melle Mel — M-3

[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 [Hook] (Don’t) la la, la la la (Don’t) la la, la la la (Don’t) Can’t nobody can take my shine, can’t nobody break my stride (Don’t) Can’t nobody slow me down, you didn’t know me then How the hell you know me now? [Verse 2] I want to smack you ‘cause you talk too much Little shorty killed his moms for her last two bucks If you keep bangin’ on the glass I’ma blast you punk Your point is hollow, dog, you might be hard to swallow But you suck What? Life’s a bitch? Talk about her, admit that If you can’t fuck with her, you can’t fuck without her But I don’t like the neighbors, and I wish I could find out Who’s always pissing 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 “Bitches ain’t Shit?” (Now that there is a motherfucking hit, dog) [Hook: Melle Mel] (Don’t) la la, la la la (Don’t) la la, la la la (Don’t) Can’t nobody can take my shine, can’t nobody break my stride (Don’t) Can’t nobody slow me down, you didn’t know me then How the hell you know me now? [Verse 3] Don’t act like you know so much You ain’t cute enough to prostitute Don’t try to ho so much Don’t ride around like the rest of your boys ‘Cause them niggas is on stage making a bunch of goddamn 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 “nigga” Be a strong, rich, proud, well-educated nigga 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 shit? 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 dick Don’t think that you gotta belong Don’t think that it’s right if you know that the shit is wrong Don’t let them niggas string you along Don’t think he a gangsta, he just rhyming on a goddamn song Don’t look for a place in Hell, 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)