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Mac Shell Shocked

Big Ed, Mr. Serv-On, Kane & Abe) [Mac] No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for months Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts Still Mac

[Mac talking] Cut that ?simply? track off Give me a little volume in my headphones Turn the mic up a little bit nigga I cant here myself What? What?

a beat My presence speak volumes before I say a word I'm everywhere, penthouse, pavement and curb Cradle to the grave, talk'll lead you on a shell Universal

to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five 'Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride

cause I'm afraid of my future Don't let me die, oh lord why I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry Shell shocked, I get that from my pops And

used to play ball and cut class Now my niggas sport bulletproofs, clutching their gat We all headed for hell, my grandmama told me that Even now I'm going shell shocked

me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my casket That nigga was hip hop, that nigga was gangsta That nigga was tall, that nigga was slim That nigga was shell shocked

bag wood back to New Orleans If it'll make you feel good that's what you can call it What's your name? Mac, The Don, motherfucker What's your alias? Shell shocked

for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in the cell block, they fallin' the shell shock When I open your