Mac - Memories Lyrics

Writer(s) : LAWSON, CRAIG STEPHEN / LAWSON, CRAIG STEPHEN / WRITER UNKNOWN, N
Artist: Mac Lyrics
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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 y’all 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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