[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]

Writer : CRAWFORD, DAVID JUSTIN / OGBOURNE, DELANO / VERGER DE DIOS, NICOLE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.