Artist: Grandmaster Melle Mel Album: Muscles Song: M3 - The New Message Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] The Gun Show is officially in the building Muscles, start, rock, Mecca Brother Les and for all the lil' niggaz that thought about it [Chorus] Don't (La-laaaa, la-la-laaaaah) Don't (La-laaaa, la-la-laaaaah) [Grandmaster Melle Mel] Broken dreams over the triple beams Go for the cream, niggaz sellin dope to fiends Young juvenile killas in jeans and white Ts' Sayin "Freeze!," nobody can hear you scream Lil' girl with a boy in the carriage Left in the projects, was meant to marinate in the madness Trapped in the tragic apparatus, uneducated and black When you lack the premarital status Shorties, listenin to 50 Cent CD Know it deeper than they ABCs, believin it could be OG Most of them were conceived in the back of a Jag or a SUV Unless you be, an athlete or a rap star You master the art of realizing how black you are Coulda swore that my broad was a normal chick Rented a video, the ho was in a porno flick - huh! [Chorus] Don't (La-laaaa, la-la-laaaaah) Don't (La-laaaa, la-la-laaaaah) Don't (Can't nobody take my shine, can't nobody break my stride) Don't (Can't nobody slow me down, didn't know me then, how the hell you know me now?) [Grandmaster Melle Mel] I wanna smack you cause you talk too much Lil' shorty killed his mom for her last two bucks Keep bangin on that glass, I'ma blast you, punk That point is hollow, dog, it 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 Hi, but I don't like the neighbors and I wish I could find out who's always pissin in the elevators Caught in the crossfire of the cops and crooks It's the jooks, kids fall between the cracks and nooks I go to jail, it's not a good look Martha Stewart went to jail, she got a show, she's writin a book Writing a hook, thinking of a song called "Everybody, Let's Party" (Nah dog, that ain't strong) How 'bout "Unity?" (That ain't it) How 'bout "Bitches Ain't Shit?" (NOW THAT THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKIN HIT, DOG~!) [Chorus] [Grandmaster Melle Mel] 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 niggaz is on stage makin 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 G'on and give your sister a chance Don't be afraid of the word "nigga" Be a strong, rich, proud, healthy, well-educated nigga Don't ever turn your back on your people Don't ever get so rich they'll think that they think you equal You think sellin dope is the shit? Don't buy a 5X white tee without buyin 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 niggaz string you along Don't think he a gangsta, he just rhymin on a goddamn song! Don't look for a place in hell, don't ever try 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 move, don't think, don't mess around [Chorus]