Memories - Mac, C-Murder

I know the whole world is full of a

Bunch of thug niggas and thug figures

The whole world is based upon young niggas

Comin' up in the ghetto, in the streets

You now what I’m sayin'

I’m sittin' here reminiscin' about the past

Just want to let ya’ll motherfuckers know

What a nigga went through and how a nigga

Became who the fuck he is

You know what I’m sayin', check it out

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

I remember way back to my project days

A little dirty motherfucker daydreamin' 'bout a pair of J’s

Left alone in this world of crime

Five kids no daddy and my big brother doin' time

Now what the fuck I’m I supposed to do

I said, give it up to the niggas with the smaller crew

I guess this thug shit is in my blood

Started smokin' weed, got my first hit from my nigga 'cuz

Me and my bitch we used to cut classes

And me Silk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassin'

I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto

A young nigga livin' like the motherfuckin' good fellas

I wear gun like it was part of my clothes

With them rocks in my socks, got me runnin' from the po po

From the block to the motherfuckin' penitentiaries

I’m reminiscin' about my

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

I remember Mac, the neighborhood nigga who rapped

(Who?)

Little skinny motherfucker got punched and slapped

Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother

Alone in the street I learned rules of the ghetto

I was scared to die

Junior high runnin' from them niggas on that other side

Who was openin' fire, couldn’t tell mom’s, I couldn’t tell pop’s

That was the very night, I became shell shocked 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 too hard 'cause one might crawl up in my head

Went to school for the fool, fuck a teacher

Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher

Rap wasn’t payin' the bills and that’s real

Now I scream, murder, murder, kill, kill nigga

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures

Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster

Just another thug nigga with thug figures