Memories lyrics

by

Fiend


C-Murder talking:
I know the whole world is full
Of a bunch thug n*ggas and thug figures
The whole world is based upon young
n*ggas 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 motherf*ckers know
What a n*gga went through and how a n*gga
Became what the f*ck he is
You check it out

Chorus: C-Murder
Motherf*ckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug n*gga with thug figures
Motherf*ckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug n*gga with thug figures

[C-Murder]
I remember way back in my project days
A little dirty motherf*cker 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 f*ck I'm I supposed to do
I said give it up to the n*ggas with the smaller crew
I guess this thug sh*t is in my blood
Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my n*gga cuz
Me and my b*tch 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 n*gga living like the motherf*cking 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 motherf*cking penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherf*cking memories
Chorus repeat 2X

[Mac]
I remember Mac, (Who?)
The neighborhood n*gga who rapped
Little skinny motherf*cker used to get punched and slapped
Little timid motherf*cker 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 n*ggas 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, f*ck 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 n*gga

Chorus repeat 4X
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