"Memories" as written by Craig Stephen Lawson, Craig Stephen Lawson and N Writer Unknown....
featuring see Murder



see 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: see 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 'cause

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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"Memories" as written by C Miller Craig Lawson

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