MO3 was born Melvin Noble in 1992. His rap debut came in the form of his 2014 mixtape, Shottaz. On the strength of that effort, he developed a local following and inked a deal with his idol, rapper Boosie Badazz. The sequel to his debut, Shottaz Reloaded, arrived at the close of 2015. The album featured "Hold Ya Tongue," which went on to become a moderate hit for MO3, notching nearly two million streaming views in the year after its release. Reloaded hit number 14 on the Billboard Rap chart, climbing to number two on the Heatseekers chart. His follow-up, 4 Indictments, appeared in late 2016 and topped the Heatseekers chart early the following year. He also issued the Gangsta Love, Pt. 1 mixtape in 2017.
Badazz MO3MO3's 2018 project Shottaz 3.0 would include one of his biggest hits yet, the cautionary "Errybody," which also racked up millions in streaming numbers. The next year found MO3 mainly releasing singles, including the Aaliyah-sampling "No Feelings" and the stormy "Too Much Pride." In February 2020, he teamed with storied Louisiana rapper Boosie Badazz for the collaborative mixtape Badazz MO3. The project quickly entered the Billboard 200 chart at number 136.
Noble was shot and killed on November 11, 2020. While being pursued by another vehicle as he was driving on Interstate 35 in Dallas, he crashed on the side of the road and attempted to flee on foot before an unidentified gunman shot him in the back of the head.
The Man
Mo3 Lyrics
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Yeah that shit crazy, man, you know, they
Say this and that 'bout MO3, man
They don't never say how the young nigga
Put the city on the map, though
For real (You know how that go when
You're on your way out)
I put this bitch on my back (Gangsta)
You see, on my side on gangland, you know?
(My nigga Osama 3 Laden)
My side, we play hangman, man
Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass
(DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up, DJ Drama)
Murder man these niggas must forgot
Murder man mO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga
(Shun On Da Beat) yeah
(Get 'em)
Ready for war, I gotta dedicate
It to my enemy, you gotta chill
What they keep telling the boy (yeah)
Wet up the car, wΠ΅ gotta get 'em
Go and catch 'em off guard
I got thΠ΅m hitters lurking
Knock at your door (yeah)
Go get it, I'm itchin' body collapse
Hope that day that he twitchin'
Not on parole, but still
I'll pay you a visit
Oh, you stay by that nigga?
You down to zip? I keep the K by the winter
Better be thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em
Better slow it down, roll around
TTG-ANG, trained to go ho, let go
Looking at a demon
Kill it cold without the scope
I got 'em on even walk a nigga down just to
Stop a nigga breathing i'm with it, oh, yes
They on the internet sending them threats
Talking about how they gon' take something
I can feel it, they got hate for me
We put him on a shirt and fuck the
Funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy
In person, they say nothing
Lord, I'm not perfect, just pray for me
Pray they don't try me, that day coming
But when they do, nigga, know I'ma
Shoot, I get 'em gone
Gotta get all of that hate from me
Go get it all, gotta stay jumping
I'm a dog, get a cage for me
With that Beretta, I'm Chester
Have a beat for the murder molester who
Gon' pull up and come rape somethin'
And I know they gon' tell on me
Thought you was gangster, you scared of me
I will never let another nigga step on me
Mama was there for me
Don't know why these niggas slept on 3
Bitch, I'm the streets, I'm the recipe yeah
The city know what's up with me
This for any nigga that look up to 3
If a nigga ever try to up on me
I'll make sure he get up in his sleep
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun
Better keep you one
Them drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum
Da da dum dum dum do you niggas know where
The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb
It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I'm a blessing from God sent to the streets
I am the struggle, I can't be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake (Gangland)
I pray the Lord my soul
To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get at your boy, pull up on 'em right
Out in the yard, oh my God
They finna snatch a nigga chain (Who?)
I swear to God
I'ma shoot for the stars and try to
Knock a nigga head off his frame
I'm ready to get 'em
Let's tell his partner they be chopping a lot
I'm Freddy Kreuger when I walk with the block
Bitch, I keep a Ruger when
I'm not with a Glock
Real shooter, put you off in a box
Don't let me knock off your top
These niggas don't know my story
They don't know the path
That I've been through
I would hate if I have to come and kill you
Your family, they'll miss you
Let me write my song, yeah
So leave me alone, yeah i came a long way
I got it the hard way
And I stood on the corner back to the wall
I put the hood on my shoulder
Like a boulder, I'm finna crash something
Go get at your man
We double back and go and get him again
I knock the pants off a crash dummy
They know that I'm next mO3 the best
Why would you lie to the press?
I know it's hard, but you gotta confess
That I'm the king of my city
It's nothing less and the shit that I spit
Wanna bet? I'll make it crawl up your flesh
Put that on the set
These niggas mad for the shit that I've done
I'm a don, you can't fuck with me, nigga
The hate that you do not enough for me, nigga
Make room for the kids that look up to me
Nigga they better than who?
No competition, nigga slept with a tool
You look a fool tryna step to the dude
Bitch, I'm a goon you know I'm clutching
Keep a stick and a broom
Streetsweeper when I step through the room
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun
Better keep you one
Them drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum
Da da dum dum dum do you niggas know where
The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb
It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I'm a blessing from God sent to the streets
I am the struggle, I can't be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul
To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shun On Da Beat) yeah, man
You see
The difference between me and y'all is
I'm ready to die, nigga (Ooh, lil' Shun)
I'm ready to go to war, nigga (Trendsetter)
You know?
They talk about this, talk about that
You seen nothing happen to me, dog
The song "The Man" by Mo3 is a powerful and introspective look into the rapper's experiences and mentality as he navigates life on the streets. From the opening lines, Mo3 addresses the criticisms and rumors that surround his reputation, but confidently asserts his rightful place as one who has put his city on the map. This sentiment is echoed throughout the song as Mo3 repeatedly acknowledges the challenges and dangers he faces, but remains unafraid to declare his readiness for whatever may come.
In the second verse, Mo3 gets more specific about the threats he encounters, describing the "hitters lurking" and his willingness to pay a visit to anyone who tries to test him. Despite the risks involved in this lifestyle, Mo3 seems to have found a sense of purpose and identity as a "murder man" and a protector of his community. The song's hook reinforces this image, with Mo3 describing himself as a "blessing from God sent to the streets" and a force to be reckoned with.
Mo3's lyrics are undeniably gritty and intense, but there is also a vulnerability and desperation that comes through at times. He acknowledges his imperfections and inadequacies, and even asks for prayers to help keep him on the right path. It is this balance between strength and vulnerability that makes "The Man" such a compelling and authentic expression of Mo3's artistry and life experiences.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah that shit crazy, man, you know, they
Say this and that 'bout MO3, man
They don't never say how the young nigga
Put the city on the map, though
For real (You know how that go when
You're on your way out)
People talk a lot about MO3, but they never talk about how he's the one who made a name for this city. They only talk because he's on the rise.
I put this bitch on my back (Gangsta)
Just like that yeah
You see, on my side on gangland, you know?
(My nigga Osama 3 Laden)
My side, we play hangman, man
Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass
(DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up, DJ Drama)
Murder man these niggas must forgot
Murder man mO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga
(Shun On Da Beat) yeah
(Get 'em)
I carry the weight of the city on my back. My crew and I are ruthless. We don't hesitate to string someone up and take them out. We won't let anyone forget about me and my reputation.
Ready for war, I gotta dedicate
It to my enemy, you gotta chill
What they keep telling the boy (yeah)
Wet up the car, wΠ΅ gotta get 'em
Go and catch 'em off guard
I got them hitters lurking
Knock at your door (yeah)
Go get it, I'm itchin' body collapse
Hope that day that he twitchin'
Not on parole, but still
I'll pay you a visit
Oh, you stay by that nigga?
You down to zip? I keep the K by the winter
Better be thinking 'bout a way when I hit 'em
Better slow it down, roll around
TTG-ANG, trained to go ho, let go
Looking at a demon
Kill it cold without the scope
I got 'em on even walk a nigga down just to
Stop a nigga breathing i'm with it, oh, yes
I'm always ready for battle. I'll do whatever it takes to take down my enemies, and I have a team of hitmen ready to back me up. I'll knock on their door and attack when they least expect it. Even if I'm not legally allowed to travel, I'll still make it happen. I keep my weapons close by and strategically plan my next move. I'm ruthless and won't hesitate to take someone out, even if I'm face to face with them.
They on the internet sending them threats
Talking about how they gon' take something
I can feel it, they got hate for me
We put him on a shirt and fuck the
Funeral, we pulling up at your wake, dummy
In person, they say nothing
Lord, I'm not perfect, just pray for me
Pray they don't try me, that day coming
But when they do, nigga, know I'ma
Shoot, I get 'em gone
Gotta get all of that hate from me
Go get it all, gotta stay jumping
I'm a dog, get a cage for me
With that Beretta, I'm Chester
Have a beat for the murder molester who
Gon' pull up and come rape somethin'
And I know they gon' tell on me
Thought you was gangster, you scared of me
I will never let another nigga step on me
Mama was there for me
Don't know why these niggas slept on 3
Bitch, I'm the streets, I'm the recipe yeah
The city know what's up with me
This for any nigga that look up to 3
If a nigga ever try to up on me
I'll make sure he get up in his sleep
My enemies talk a lot of smack online, but I won't let them take anything from me. I can feel their hate, and I won't hesitate to fight back. I don't care about funerals or showing respect for the dead. If I need to take someone out, I will. But I won't let another person step on me or disrespect me. I'm respected in the streets and even looked up to by some. If anyone tries to challenge me, they'll regret it.
Everybody know when the murder man come
They gon' run
Tell 'em that they better keep they gun
Better keep you one
Them drums still go ba ba-rum-bum-bum
Da da dum dum dum do you niggas know where
The youngin come from? Bitch, I go dumb
It's the murder man (Murder man, yeah)
I'm a blessing from God sent to the streets
I am the struggle, I can't be beat
Tryna keep that devil away from me
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake (Gangland)
I pray the Lord my soul
To take, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone knows to fear me when I come around. I bring the heat and won't hesitate to take someone out. I come from the struggle, and I'm a blessing to the streets. I try to keep myself out of trouble and away from the devil's temptations. I pray for my own safety and hope that if I die, my soul is safe in heaven.
Get at your boy, pull up on 'em right
Out in the yard, oh my God
They finna snatch a nigga chain (Who?)
I swear to God
I'ma shoot for the stars and try to
Knock a nigga head off his frame
I'm ready to get 'em
Let's tell his partner they be chopping a lot
I'm Freddy Kreuger when I walk with the block
Bitch, I keep a Ruger when
I'm not with a Glock
Real shooter, put you off in a box
Don't let me knock off your top
If anyone tries to mess with me or my people, they'll regret it. I won't hesitate to take action and will do my best to take someone out. I'm fierce and willing to bring danger to those I consider enemies.
These niggas don't know my story
They don't know the path
That I've been through
I would hate if I have to come and kill you
Your family, they'll miss you
Let me write my song, yeah
So leave me alone, yeah i came a long way
I got it the hard way
And I stood on the corner back to the wall
I put the hood on my shoulder
Like a boulder, I'm finna crash something
Go get at your man
We double back and go and get him again
I knock the pants off a crash dummy
They know that I'm next mO3 the best
Why would you lie to the press?
I know it's hard, but you gotta confess
That I'm the king of my city
It's nothing less and the shit that I spit
Wanna bet? I'll make it crawl up your flesh
Put that on the set
These niggas mad for the shit that I've done
I'm a don, you can't fuck with me, nigga
The hate that you do not enough for me, nigga
Make room for the kids that look up to me
Nigga they better than who?
No competition, nigga slept with a tool
You look a fool tryna step to the dude
Bitch, I'm a goon you know I'm clutching
Keep a stick and a broom
Streetsweeper when I step through the room
People may not understand what I've been through or how I've struggled to make it this far. But I won't let anyone step on me or those I care about, and if they do, their loved ones will feel the pain. I've worked hard to get to where I am and won't let anyone take away my success. I'm the king of my city and won't tolerate any competition. I'm a goon and always prepared with my weapons by my side.
They seen nothing happen to me, dog
No one has been able to take me down or stop my rise to fame and power in the streets.
Lyrics Β© Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: MELVIN A NOBLE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Josh-yp5ne
Rip Mo3 , ima keep banging dem tracks eryday & forever, His music touched a real niga,
@mikewilliams7740
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@kalvinry7264
πit did fam this guy actually went hard as fuck especially his old music π«rip moe 3 π―
@thewoodmoose
This entire album is hard. Such a massive volume of powerful music to die so young. RiP βπ»MO3
@edgardoumana8550
Mo3#goat straight hit maker
@katiestevenson174
From columbus, Ohio... My fave rapper of all time... Truth and passion an realness... Music got me through my life on all the Gawdz π―π―π―π―ππΎππΎππΎππΎππΎππΎππΎππΎ #RestUpKing #LL3from3L
@crystaljoseph4092
Rip Mo3 the best to ever do it!!β€β€β€π―
@dallassavage2936
St8t muuffuuukn FACTS
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