| What’s up world
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| (Whoa nigga)
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| Welcome to the battlefield
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| (Shell Shocked nigga)
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| Where all them niggas is Shell Shocked
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| Ya heard me
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| (Shell Shocked nigga)
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| Chorus: Mac
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| I represent them Shell Shocked niggas
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| Them on the block with it cocked niggas
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| Them cell block niggas
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| Them run up in your hot spot niggas
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| Them if we doin bad gimme what you got niggas
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| Verse 1: Mac
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| Oh I hit the stage with a vengeance quotin that murder sentence
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| Make 'em wanna act a fool and get some blood up on they tennis
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| Nigga, you ain’t with me come and get me I’m strapped
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| We can take it to them streets or we can rap, so what’s hap?
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| King Solomon’s my nigga till they kill us at war
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| Whoever said they saw it, get them dirty gats to them jaws
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| The microphone assassin, you heard about me, so nigga don’t doubt me
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| You fuck around and get that can a murda murda out me
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| I hold a grudge like them bitches hold dicks, infiltrate whole cliques
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| While I’m stompin in them soldier kicks
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| Fifty dollars, that’s a killin no doubt
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| Sleepy Eyes, that’s my nigga put the gat to they mouth
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| It’s been a long time comin, I keep the shit runnin
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| Tell them niggas who was holdin that beef, the cooks comin
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| Tank Dog til they bury me, I cross my heart
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| Bury me with camo and ammo in case the devil wanna start somethin
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| Verse 2: Fiend
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| Well I’m that nigga Sleepy Eyes, all my weapons are camouflaged
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| Disguised
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| Born despised, that’s when they named me? |
| Yaffa yaffa five?
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| Chemically grown for murda, murda it be my clone
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| Mister Shell Shock and get it on Jones up in your home
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| Watch me hit 'em, get 'em, lit 'em, Fiend gon split 'em
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| Ya ain’t know it, I got it bucked on that let’s go get 'em
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| Form my tent gear rhythm, causin ghetto circumcisions
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| Betta be barred behind prison, than facin this expedition
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| On a mission with my right hand man Mac, my brother
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| Use a garbage bag to smother mothers and they lovers
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| Undercovers fear us, can’t watch, we got it on lock
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| My baby’s first words gun Glock, cause that nigga’s Shell Shocked
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| Verse 3: Mac
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| Big Mac, that’s my daddy, rotten dirty straight up soldier ya heard me
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| Ain’t no secret one of the realest niggas I creep with
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| Since I was little taught me what’s real
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| Gave me the skill on how to tote that loaded steel
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| And I, I kill kill
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| Deep nine Train gave me his name
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| Gave me the game, gave me them thangs
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| Ya fuck with me, he’ll give you a bullet in yo brain
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| Hey man, my nigga Wapp, cut the table, camouflaged my label
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| Put the nigga gangstafied like we Kane and Abel
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| Storm that’s my thug love til I die
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| Shell Shocked bout to go in that water with them when it’s time to ride
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| When we unload inside of anger
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| My soldier rag made me a stranger
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| Harm them niggas who was about that danger (Shell Shocked)
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| Outro: Mac
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| And there you have it
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| Shell Shocked, the first born
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| If y’all want me niggas, come and get me
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| I ain’t hard to find |