Who Sang Nobody Make a Sound? Mac

Mac Shell Shocked cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1998
length: 2:34
featuring 2 4 1 Fiend Magic

[2 4 1 talking]

Alright we got Mac Magic Fiend

And fa sho we got 2 4 1 up in this *****

You know what I'm saying?

And if any of you ************s move

y'all gon get your ****in heads blown off

Ya heard me?


Alright nobody move nobody die

If you thinkin about breathin then I'ma open fire

Tonight everybody's gonna die tonight

Mr. Magic you pat em down

2 4-1 y'all duct tape em

And if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate em

Startin with you and you, 'cause I told y'all not to breathe

Now I want the rest of y'all to watch them ************s bleed

Throw down your rollies, your Gucci's, your 'Sace's

And your new Jays, and your cellphones

And anything else that cost over a hundred bones


Alright, I'ma pat everybody down

So keep your heads to the floor

Whoever in charge of this ***** better point me to the door

I'm lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave

But any dis-cooperation and one of you *****es gon bleed

I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk

I'm bout that murder, you ************s better smell my trunk

They call me Magic 'cause I'm known for makin my victims disappear

Fear? Naw ***** that **** ain't happen round here

[Chorus - Mac] X 2

Now everybody lay it down

Nobody make a sound

I got fifty ****in rounds


Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha

2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the triggers

We gotta be bad, you better get ready

We're gonna do your *** like Jason, or either like Freddy

The time has come, the clock has ticked

Man hold up, this is your last trick

Off the hook, it's the way, let us reign

*****s better know this ain't no **********in game


Now what I got to get it done?

The M-1, I borrowed from Big Ed

My chopper got a spittin tongue

And when it hums, it speaks ya to death

I ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I do

You got what I want

And either till you give it up, I'ma split ya up

And don't think that I won't

Don't got much time to tell about the murder tale

To each one of y'all

But that last ************ that ain't really want to give it up

Just be here with y'all

What cha mean that ***** Fiend ain't got the gall?

My ***** Mac gave the call

Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all

[Chorus] X 3


I told you *****es lay it down, everybody made a sound

So we shuttin this ***** down, ya heard me?

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)