DJ Kay Slay - Memories lyrics

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DJ Kay Slay - Memories lyrics

[Verse:] Hey yow, Kay Slay Whad up boy? I got a good memory homie I remember how these n***as try to do me And that sh** get real right? Remember pop got shot and big got hit Them big boy kidnapped, who get hooked on some BA sh** I remember love boys, rest in peace Ricky Tie I will shoot you up in Queens before fifty inch high Memories you feel like, you know Carcani Right now they call this swag Back then we call it gettin' Smoke more then I should, but my memory good Memories that are beef between diddy and should I'm not leaving Jay out, n***a him I own They said I stab somebody too, you not the only one Who cares,Kay Slay head crazy, rocket gangs in Harlem I was only scarface way down bottom Memories of Pablo and the way they got him Still see Trayvon Martin, and the way George shot down Once they k** Michael, when they crack his big lock I got good and bad memories, these streets is cold Just for old time sake, I might stand over the stove And don't forget back when Buck bank account was froze Man you remember why I ain't f**ing with you hoes I got memory Man one thing about your memories Man they can lock you up Put you under the cell, throw away the key They cannot take away your memories from you They are yours to the end of time I'm from the streets of Philly, these are my memories New age rap trap, check out my melody Mom shelter me dreams, are cops selling me I ain't listen to a thing, my pops was telling me So I'm me, I was feeling me When I was arrogant some n***as try k**ing me At the cooler, captain was the boss full of me Moved about a hundred bricks but it was the d** drilling me We super fly we high like a singing bee Riding with the strap all black like the demons be Rest in peace to Jackson, huh uh, I really miss you I knew your circumstance was different then you agree for me So I'mma rap this mine ship and beating in these streets Need a real n***a riding away immediately These are my memories, when I visit the babies, are my memories I pretend you cared for so many memories But you're a world with amnesia, won't forget you And I pray that our love won't forget me, yeah Man some of my most unforgettable memories Being raised by my grandparents in East River projects Rest in peace, I wish I could bring them back Do for them, what they did for me Same gang, same rules, we still mashing You know the most beat dogs, we stay mashing Still got the job on them thongs, we stay mashing What? We still mashing x2 Verse 4 I had the Nefertiti page going, Ruby's in my range What I mean, flat top, post it up at the crash spot Check out my bad drop Gave the boys mirrors, and my best to view rolls [?] Mammy baby boys gone full Pen inside this box with the lights use to be back then That boy Cain was the thing back then In the crack, boy ang girl was the thing we use to swing back then To maintain back then, I kept my play back ten We gotta lot of arms, n***a get it cranking I leave you horizontal face down, like you pledging Far to lead full of marijuana, all drinking Knew this for the taking, get the dice shaking To get your life taken, I have you ice skating Am folding new pound box, nice statement Lord forgive me for my sins that I've done back then Reminiscing, I was young back then