| What’s up world |
| (Whoa nigga) |
| Welcome to the battlefield |
| (Shell Shocked nigga) |
| Where all them niggas is Shell Shocked |
| 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 ain’t with me come and get me I’m strapped |
| We can take it to them streets or we can rap, so what’s hap? |
| King Solomon’s 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 don’t 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 I’m stompin in them soldier kicks |
| Fifty dollars, that’s a killin no doubt |
| Sleepy Eyes, that’s my nigga put the gat to they mouth |
| It’s 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 |
| Verse 2: Fiend |
| Well I’m that nigga Sleepy Eyes, all my weapons are camouflaged |
| disguised |
| Born despised, that’s 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 ain’t know it, I got it bucked on that let’s 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, can’t watch, we got it on lock |
| My baby’s first words gun glock, cause that nigga’s Shell Shocked |
| Verse 3: Mac |
| Big Mac, that’s my daddy, rotten dirty straight up soldier ya heard me |
| Ain’t no secret one of the realest niggas I creep with |
| Since I was little taught me what’s 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, he’ll 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 that’s my thug love til I die |
| Shell Shocked bout to go in that water with them when it’s 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 |
| If y’all want me niggas, come and get me |
| I ain’t hard to find |