Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memories, artist - Mac.
Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Memories |
I know the whole world is full of a |
Bunch of thug niggas and thug figures |
The whole world is based upon young niggas |
Comin' up in the ghetto, in the streets |
You now what I’m sayin' |
I’m sittin' here reminiscin' about the past |
Just want to let ya’ll motherfuckers know |
What a nigga went through and how a nigga |
Became who the fuck he is |
You know what I’m sayin', check it out |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
I remember way back to my project days |
A little dirty motherfucker daydreamin' 'bout a pair of J’s |
Left alone in this world of crime |
Five kids no daddy and my big brother doin' 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 smokin' weed, got my first hit from my nigga 'cuz |
Me and my bitch we used to cut classes |
And me Silk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassin' |
I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto |
A young nigga livin' like the motherfuckin' good fellas |
I wear gun like it was part of my clothes |
With them rocks in my socks, got me runnin' from the po po |
From the block to the motherfuckin' penitentiaries |
I’m reminiscin' about my |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
I remember Mac, the neighborhood nigga who rapped |
(Who?) |
Little skinny motherfucker got 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 runnin' from them niggas on that other side |
Who was openin' fire, couldn’t tell mom’s, I couldn’t tell pop’s |
That was the very night, I became shell shocked 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 too 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 payin' the bills and that’s real |
Now I scream, murder, murder, kill, kill nigga |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |
Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster |
Just another thug nigga with thug figures |