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Lyrics for Memories by Mac:
| | | Artist: | Mac |
| | Album: | Shell Shocked | | Track: | Memories | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 258 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring C Murder
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 motherfuckers know
what a nigga
went through and how a nigga
became what the fuck he is
You check it out
Chorus: C Murder
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug
nigga with thug figures
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug
nigga with thug figures
[C-Murder]
I remember way back in my project days
A little dirty motherfucker 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 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 smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga cuz
Me
and my bitch 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking
penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories
Chorus repeat
2X
[Mac]
I remember Mac, (Who?)
The neighborhood nigga who rapped
Little skinny motherfucker used to get 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 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, fuck 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 | | | |
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