Who Sang Memories? Mac

Mac Shell Shocked cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998
length: 3:26
featuring see Murder

see Murder talking:

I know the whole world is full

of a bunch thug *****s and thug figures

The whole world is based upon young

*****s coming up in the ghetto in the streets

You now what I'm saying

I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past.

Just want to let ya'll ************s know

what a ***** went through and how a *****

became what the **** he is

You check it out

Chorus: see Murder

**********in memories, as a youngster

Just another thug ***** with thug figures

**********in memories, as a youngster

Just another thug ***** with thug figures


I remember way back in my project days

A little dirty ************ dreaming bout a pair of j's

Left alone in this world of crime

Five kids no daddy and my big brother doing time

Now what the **** I'm I supposed to do

I said give it up to the *****s with the smaller crew

I guess this thug **** is in my blood

Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my ***** 'cause

Me and my ***** we used to cut classes

And me Silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassing

I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto

A young ***** living like the **********ing goodfellas

I wear gun like it was part of my clothes

With them rocks in my socks, running from the po po

>From the block to the **********ing penitentiaries

I'm reminiscing about my **********ing memories

Chorus repeat 2X


I remember Mac, (Who?)

The neighborhood ***** who rapped

Little skinny ************ used to get punched and slapped

Little timid ************ never had an older brother

Alone in the street I learned rules of the ghetto

I was scared to die

Junior high running from them *****s on that other side

Who was opening fire

Couldn't tell mom's, couldn't tell pop's

That was the very night I became shell shocked(wooo)

Paranoid, I used to steal and borrow

You gotta respect how I sport the same outfit today and tomorrow

Hand me downs in my closet, roaches in my bed

I couldn't sleep to hard cause one might crawl up in my head

Went to school for the fool, **** a teacher

Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher

Rap wasn't paying the bills

And that's real

Now I scream murder, murder, kill, kill *****

Chorus repeat 4X

CD 1
  • 1 Boss Chick
  • 2 Be All You Can Be
  • 3 Soldier Party
  • 4 Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill
  • 5 Tank Dogs
  • 6 Slow Ya Roll
  • 7 We Don't Love Em
  • 8 Wooo
  • 9 Can I Ball
  • 10 Money Gets
  • 11 The Game
  • 12 Callin Me
  • 13 Memories
  • 14 Meet Me at the Hotel
  • 15 Shell Shocked
  • 16 Paranoid
  • 17 Nobody Make a Sound
  • 18 Beef
  • 19 Camouflage
  • 20 Empire
  • 21 My Brother
  • 22 Shell Shocked (outro)