featuring see Murder
see Murder talking:
I know the whole world is full
of a bunch thug n***as and thug figures
The whole world is based upon young
n***as 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**ers know
what a n***a went through and how a n***a
became what the f** he is
You check it out
Chorus: see Murder
Motherf**in memories, as a youngster
Just another thug n***a with thug figures
Motherf**in memories, as a youngster
Just another thug n***a with thug figures
[C-Murder]
I remember way back in my project days
A little dirty motherf**er 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** I'm I supposed to do
I said give it up to the n***as with the smaller crew
I guess this thug sh** is in my blood
Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my n***a 'cause
Me and my b**h we used to cut cla**es
And me Silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespa**ing
I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto
A young n***a living like the motherf**ing 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**ing penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherf**ing memories
Chorus repeat 2X
[Mac]
I remember Mac, (Who?)
The neighborhood n***a who rapped
Little skinny motherf**er used to get punched and slapped
Little timid motherf**er 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 n***as 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** 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, k**, k** n***a
Chorus repeat 4X