Memories lyrics

Artist  : Mac 
Song : Memories



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C-Murder talking:  
I know the whole world is full 
of a bunch thug niggas and thug figures
The whole world is based upon young 
niggas 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**kers know 
what a nigga went through and how a nigga 
became what the f**k he is
You check it out

Chorus: C-Murder
Motherf**kin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherf**kin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures

[C-Murder]
I remember way back in my project days
A little dirty motherf**ker 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**k I`m I supposed to do
I said give it up to the niggas with the smaller
crew
I guess this thug sh*t is in my blood
Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my
nigga cuz
Me and my bit*h 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 nigga living like the motherf**king
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**king
penitentiaries
I`m reminiscing about my motherf**king memories

Chorus  repeat 2X

[Mac]
I remember Mac,  (Who?)
The neighborhood nigga who rapped
Little skinny motherf**ker used to get punched
and slapped
Little timid motherf**ker 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 niggas 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**k 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 nigga

Chorus  repeat 4X