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mac - memories lyrics

featuring c murder

c murder talking:
i know the whole world is full
of a bunch thug n-gg-s and thug figures
the whole world is based upon young
n-gg-s 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-ckers know
what a n-gg- went through and how a n-gg-
became what the f-ck he is
you check it out

chorus: c murder
motherf-ckin memories, as a youngster
just another thug n-gg- with thug figures
motherf-ckin memories, as a youngster
just another thug n-gg- with thug figures

[c-murder]
i remember way back in my project days
a little dirty motherf-cker 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-ck i’m i supposed to do
i said give it up to the n-gg-s with the smaller crew
i guess this thug sh-t is in my blood
started smoking weed, got my first hit from my n-gg- cuz
me and my b-tch we used to cut cl-sses
and me silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and tresp-ssing
i never thought that i would make it out the ghetto
a young n-gg- living like the motherf-cking 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-cking penitentiaries
i’m reminiscing about my motherf-cking memories

chorus repeat 2x

[mac]
i remember mac, (who?)
the neighborhood n-gg- who rapped
little skinny motherf-cker used to get punched and slapped
little timid motherf-cker 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-gg-s 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 sh-ll 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-ck 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 n-gg-

chorus repeat 4x

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