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Interpret:
Mac
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| Shell Shocked
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Intro: Mac(Fiend)
Whats up world
(Whoa nigga)
Welcome to the battlefield
(Shell Shocked nigga)
Where all them niggas is Shell Shocked
(9-8)
Ya heard me
(Shell Shocked nigga)
Chorus: Mac
I represent them Shell Shocked niggas
Them on the block with it cocked niggas
Them cell block niggas
Them run up in your hot spot niggas
Them if we doin bad gimme what you got niggas
Verse 1: Mac
Oh I hit the stage with a vengeance quotin that murder sentence
Make em wanna act a fool and get some blood up on they tennis
Nigga, you aint with me come and get me Im strapped
We can take it to them streets or we can rap, so whats hap?
King Solomons my nigga till they kill us at war
Whoever said they saw it, get them dirty gats to them jaws
The microphone assassin, you heard about me, so nigga dont doubt me
You fuck around and get that can a murda murda out me
I hold a grudge like them bitches hold dicks, infiltrate whole cliques
While Im stompin in them soldier kicks
Fifty dollars, thats a killin no doubt
Sleepy Eyes, thats my nigga put the gat to they mouth
Its been a long time comin, I keep the shit runnin
Tell them niggas who was holdin that beef, the cooks comin
Tank Dog til they bury me, I cross my heart
Bury me with camo and ammo in case the devil wanna start somethin
Chorus
Verse 2: Fiend
Well Im that nigga Sleepy Eyes, all my weapons are camouflaged
disguised
Born despised, thats when they named me ?Yaffa yaffa five?
Chemically grown for murda, murda it be my clone
Mister Shell Shock and get it on Jones up in your home
Watch me hit em, get em, lit em, Fiend gon split em
Ya aint know it, I got it bucked on that lets go get em
Form my tent gear rhythm, causin ghetto circumcisions
Betta be barred behind prison, than facin this expedition
On a mission with my right hand man Mac, my brother
Use a garbage bag to smother mothers and they lovers
Undercovers fear us, cant watch, we got it on lock
My babys first words gun glock, cause that niggas Shell Shocked
Chorus
Verse 3: Mac
Big Mac, thats my daddy, rotten dirty straight up soldier ya heard me
Aint no secret one of the realest niggas I creep with
Since I was little taught me whats real
Gave me the skill on how to tote that loaded steel
And I, I kill kill
Deep nine Train gave me his name
Gave me the game, gave me them thangs
Ya fuck with me, hell give you a bullet in yo brain
Hey man, my nigga Wapp, cut the table, camouflaged my label
Put the nigga gangstafied like we Kane and Abel
Storm thats my thug love til I die
Shell Shocked bout to go in that water with them when its time to ride
When we unload inside of anger
My soldier rag made me a stranger
Harm them niggas who was about that danger(Shell Shocked)
Outro: Mac
And there you have it
Shell Shocked, the first born
73077
If yall want me niggas, come and get me
I aint hard to find |
Eingetragen |
21.Oct.2001 00:10:35 |
Letzer Aufruf |
01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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