C-murder - Memories lyrics

C-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: C-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 cuz 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